Painting

She stays up late at night
"painting"
She paints with her bare canvas and takes long strokes
"painting"
She tells no one about the art that goes on
"painting"
She knows she shouldn't be doing this but she does
"painting"
There's a twist to the story
"painting"
Her arm is the canvas and the razor is her brush and she stays up late
"painting"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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