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I put the key on her locket, the fill to the left The shade’s on the right side, light spills on the rest Her breasts were f**king far apart tho, pardon my french I had her draw a little something, then started to sketch Her hair was orangish red and not a reddish orange I read remedially what she had read in Honors We talked for hours, as I drew as much as she let The essence of thе subject is what’s not said When we mеt, I had set; she was drop dead Less geous more gor once on set The night led, started feeling little light head Her white dress matched her hair once quite wet From eraser to the lead to eraser again The paper made her the caboose what her facial expressed My eyes stressed back and forth while I’m pacing on edge I tried to cut a little deeper, the blade wouldn’t Bend The number 2 broke, f**k I don’t have a sharpener I couldn’t rush the second step I only have a marker Its not expo sh*t, you can’t err with it She’s slouched, I pulled the sharpie, her pitch suddenly shifts Her one lung’s filled up with blood now probably I think As she looks up at me calm like a zombie and spits All the blood up so I rush up, push her back in position Pat up the liquid, re-easel, capture the vision I have yet to see a project that has lasted an image It looked beautiful, but she was pretty much finished I wanna see her pa** from this From the scene through the pen to the pad that is I didn’t plan for the transfer to be a one way trip But then again I knew what would come out of this Would be such a remarkable Unsurpa**able work of art The Noah's arc to go on for a flood Before your soul is lost On a different page, both of us are In the same boat on the tunnel of love I’m repainting after mopping up a few drops more Cause she’s vain and poured her arteries all on the floor We thought the heart flowed unidirectionally so it stopped And that had me thinking i could just restart The feeling crept, I flip the page but the ink bled Flipped back, ripped it off its a chopped head I brushed it off crumpled it then I tossed it And I dipped out the door with the hostage I had her folded on my shoulder, was awkward at best How she's staring at her feet not watching her step Threw her off how we part at the top deck Discarded in depth like Tarocchi’s Death
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