You Win

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 06, 2018

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let my tears be the oils with which you paint
over unfinished canvases from bright, old days

no new white spaces- only repaint, repaint, repaint
an endless supply of supplies all coming out the same shade

but my tears can't wash these scars away

my soul, my thoughts dissipate through hate
and follow through with our bespoke fate

because i claim the life you take.


now nothing is enough to appreciate. 
 


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