My Artwork Is In the Raindrops of Your Memory
my artwork is in the raindrops of your memory
my yearning for flashback fantasy motivates me to confront you
as the miniature blocks of ice begin to form on the desert of my lips,
i suddenly remember why i always douse acid in the eyes of the awnings of my mind....
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