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Soaked in Nervous sweat, with grim smile of Determined endurance Ready for rebirth with colourful stain Charged with nervous Anticipation, Of new and Permanent ArtUnderlining this new truth, with pain the evidence of our sincerity She paints Her living canvas, with needle, gun & inkRelentless, in Her pursuit of perfection Seeking the pride of accomplishment This artist, this torturer, this indelible storytellerCreator of her blood soaked masterpiece Further Evidence of Her vision of perfect form, with clarity its own truthHer interpretation of a new and preferred realityThis personal statement that all will seeDrilling ever deeper, a blood smeared story unfolds, told with line & shadeThe clock ticks ever slower, as verse becomes chapter, in a mesmerising humAnytime now, Her statement to the worldTo the BoneTo the Bone
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