Eggshell Minds
The Unconsciencely Conceived Conceivables Of A Grey Pulp In A Psychedelic Prison.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Teach Me How To Draw
With a pencil between her fingers
She raises different muses
And innocent eyes she draws
As she pushes me excuses
There wasn’t enough time
There was so much to do
What did you want from me?
What, but your ability to draw?
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