if all the blood i've spilled from my own bones could paint a stage
then maybe my grey matter could paint the walls of an amphitheater
because my fluids make for talented actors once they're out of my skin
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-
fluids
if all the blood i've spilled from my own bones could paint a stage
then maybe my grey matter could paint the walls of an amphitheater
because my fluids make for talented actors once they're out of my skin