World


When weeping willows have lost their sway,
are stripped of pleasure and
naked souls dance in immeasurable pain,
yet unfelt, upon this canvas it’s displayed-
chaos, deception. Gutters overflow,
with sin and drip upon unsuspecting angels
scarring their wings. All the while, I wonder,
can I paint you beautiful again?

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