Gaudy, burnt, ugly, hurt
Hard to know what
Look all you want
Do not try and pry
That dark, dank rot
No, go far away
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A butterfly flits by Under the bridge to hide And doesn't wish to tell exactly why Nerves unravel where they lie Let's not be fit to...
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Trying to decide if I'm going to color it traditionally or digitally. I might do a version of each.
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