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My body rocking back and forth,
Blotchy blacks and blues or red,
Painted upon my skin like canvas,
The tenderness of my limbs,
Begging, screaming, crying.
One couldn't hide the putrid stench,
Of the sins that kisses my forlorn past,
Strokes of the tendrils of my furling hair,
I'd rather pull and use as my brush,
Painting my flesh, its own messy blood.
Diminishing the little existence left,
The dawn of hope intends to leave,
Bathing in hindsight scars of my own,
Undressing myself of the wicked sins,
Only to carve fresh ones behind my back.
My soul is my easel that sheds me life,
My body, caressed of milk - canvas it is,
With only red that cocoons me dye,
Why need paintings when I could be one,
A beautiful canvas made of gore and sins.
A beautiful canvas made of tears,
Of limbs that ache, sewn to be torn,
Carcasses of love and happiness,
And memories of whom I used to be,
It's alright, the pain is my happiness.
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"A person isn't just beautiful because of a good appearance or a good personality. A person can also be beautiful due to mistakes, flaws and sins. No one is perfect and those bad things are some parts that makes us who we are, remember that everything has an opposite..."
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A World of Poems
Poezie"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
