This evening I took your painting down off of my wall.
Brush strokes of the past, I stand apauled
I cannot breathe these fumes in
The art too thick to coexist
Who was the selfish one?
Witch one of us...
Blame, deep rooted in shame, there is no colour representing this emotion.
No name can be given
Spines shiver and and shake the houses we live in
Abandoned artwork
Sex, drugs and blood
Red rage referencing ink and page
Nobody should
Nobody should mimic our slavery
He'll heartily awaits us
Our creation in hand
Fuck.
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