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My Picture Log.
June 25, 2011
It began with the gentle touch of charcoal.
The spread of glittering pearls and orbs of mahogany
The confident stride and hands upon hips.
I took her and stabbed her through
the wavering touch of my fingertips
Suddenly morphing the proud teeth
To a multitude of frightened digits.
Her pools of dark chocolate I destroyed in a frenzy
And she sang to me of a place far beyond this world
Where no longer would I have to decide
That this would control my life.
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Within a week she was completely mangled. I guess it was a pretty big wake up call that I needed some anger management classes or something quick. At least the picture ended up doing me some good.