Crimson Paint
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Crimson Paint
The cold's setting into my easel of skin,
my crimson paint's drying up ,I'm soaking it in.
Time for new brushes of sharpened blades
renew my ink and continue to paint.
Not meticously , just a quick, deep stroke
watch the color drip and my canvas choke.
Use a hollow needle stich my picture together,
I've created a friend in my skin who's forever.
my crimson paint's drying up ,I'm soaking it in.
Time for new brushes of sharpened blades
renew my ink and continue to paint.
Not meticously , just a quick, deep stroke
watch the color drip and my canvas choke.
Use a hollow needle stich my picture together,
I've created a friend in my skin who's forever.

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