Van Gogh
I absorbed you through my skin like oil
you are stuck here in the lines of my fingerprint
burned into the corners of my mind im afraid to look into
I hate the taste of you but you run through my veins like blood
you capture my eye like art and you rip through my heart like sharp teeth
where are you if not miles from me
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