I always wanted to write a story.
Possibly on a life.
A love story, involving a hundred people.
Listen to their thoughts through the moment they met their true love.
I had wanted to try,
Try to paint.
Illustrate a poem. My story of people.
I'd love a life drawing of your smile.
and a burnt image attached.
I once made a blue-tak sculpture,
It was you. Standing beside yourself
holding a gun to your mirrors temple.
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