you make tears from years fall
ancient tribal scars
like watered down paint
you make my colors bleed
you make my canvas limp
you invoke hard strokes
wiry strands from my brush leave abrasions
were my raw and my real collect
bloody rainbows seep
each drop equally disguised
this is my masterpiece you drug me threw
beat me with
and you only see a blank canvas
 
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