poem- to all how is dead inside

Listening to: iron and wine
Feeling: alive
her heart is a canvas with spicks of paint of pink and green mixed with her wonderful addtion of tears. the surface attracted to a like shade of gray and inter shyness. she paints a magical private world of romance and outer affection. tiring to hide from the inside out she tucks her head in her skin to see this master piece she as created while being blind of the inside out. she smiles and laughts as the knife hits the skin and leaves a crack. this draws her closer to cerousaity like a child on christmas holidays.as she reaches the core a light suchs her into happyness. she as seen the hearted canvas the contants her happyness.
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WOW!...true poetry. I felt it. very dark. Love it, Rob.
"her heart is a canvas with spicks of paint of pink and green mixed with her wonderful addtion of tears."- love that line. Rob
haha thanks, but your talent surpasses mine.
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