My Own Pictures
By Bean
I paint pictures late at night
My blade my paint brush the canvas my wrist
The pictures always in red
When people see them they get bereaved
Some pictures stay
Some pictures heal
It all depends
On how I feel
No matter how hard I try
I always seem to be painting in the middle of the night
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