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Write for me?
will you write for me?
If I say your words can save me
if I say your art can heal me
will you try?
Will you draw for me?
If I pull my arm apart for you
trim my fingernails, hand a brush to you
should I try?
Where’s your masterpiece?
Empty canvas, left my chest open to you
plunged a needle inside, drained my blood for you
is it dry?
Where’s the lif...
Tuesday 24th December 2019 7:35 am
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