Still it wells up from below
This unforced feeling
A squalid sketch in charcoal
And chalk
A watercolor washed in blood
This drama In human form.
April 2014
Still it wells up from below
This unforced feeling
A squalid sketch in charcoal
And chalk
A watercolor washed in blood
This drama In human form.
April 2014
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