My Artist
And artist handsSculpt my body
And behind his eyes
Mine are painted.
Like the disguise on the wall.
Its still clear for all
Because my body
Was sculpted
Traced By your hands.
You; who is the artist
Who's words match my own.
The artist who's eyes
Were painted of mine.
Who's body was made of clay
And who
Faded away After such a short time.
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