"You're The Canvas"
By Arcassin Burnham
*Let me take my paint brush to a place*
*worth while and recollect all of the memoirs*,
*A body full a decadent bliss is something I look*
*forward to like butterflies in jars*,
...Like why you gotta do that to me?,
......I don't bruise easily,
*take me away with your skin in heaven where*
*they wash and feed the turkey not feed on it*
*having second thoughts about their recent lives*
*in favor of the Lord saving them from utter peril*
*and stages and phases and escapes of sin*,
*I'd be more than gladly to just look within*,
*pouring passion*,
*into the art work*,
*attention is all that you're worth*,
........*But why you gotta do that to me*?
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