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art , poem 🍒

 


you are like 

a living artwork

on a blank canvas

painted with

the righteous blood 

that keeps dripping down

from the brush

the same way

as the heart beats


-R, 19, 9th August, imagination; shawn mendes, you know who u are itu pun kalau tersinggah sini lah eh hehehe 😂


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