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Paint Me

out of the night
rattling
rustling
shadows climb the
ivy lichen walls

blood spills out of my mouth
like red wine
staining white linens

the lights of the night sky
burn themselves
into my chest
burning out the
pain of breathing

Paint me with your fist,
Paint me with your knife,
Make the trembling voice stop,
Silence the quivering lips

let me be one
with shadows of the night
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