Mine Alone

These eyes watch as the moon makes its path across the sacred night.
An artist tattoo twins these arms.
A rhythm that spells madness pounds through these veins.
Under these hands I shape a world made for me alone.
Mine alone is it made,
And mine it shall stay,
Until paper crumbles
And charcoal fades…





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