Van Gogh

Sun, 04/01/2018 - 17:37 -- Laykend

I absorbed you through my skin like oil

you are stuck here in the lines of my fingerprint 

burned into the corners of my mind im afraid to look into

I hate the taste of you but you run through my veins like blood 

you capture my eye like art and you rip through my heart like sharp teeth 

where are you if not miles from me 


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