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A Poem by Cassidy Mask

Blue-black skin

Fingers slippery wet

With ink.

I press

Hands to paper

Warm breath

On my knuckles

As I watch the

Ink bleed

Across the paper.

Blue-black skin.

 

Smudges that tell you

Exactly how I

Waste my days.

© 2011 Cassidy Mask


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I love the way you used the fading colours, as if you are also fading. Again, I love the images this provokes...

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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

Singapore



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