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Poetry - "shades of paint on my skin."
written on Friday, April 29, 2016 @ 9:08 PM

art, eyes, and drawing image



6/4/2016 — Wednesday.

i fell in love with a painter.
at first, he drew me,
but then, he drew all over me.
red splashes all over when
he splats the paint away.
the purple began to appear,
when i left it couple of days.
black and blue & black and blue,
i'm confused if that's the feeling
that i'm feeling
or is that the colours that i see
up under my pale skin.

—L.D., “he left me with colours that nobody else can see with their bare eyes.”

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