Verper IIIA Poem by Saint No-One Part 3 out of 5. III Violet flashes dance, in my eyes, taunting me. They are right before me, yet too far to reach out and touch. It doesn't seem right, that these burns on my retina should remind me of you.
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Saint No-OneMadera, CAAboutI am an artist, but my mind doesn't work the way I want it to. One day I'll be, washing myself with handsoap in a public bathroom, thinking how did I get here? Where the hell am I? more..Writing
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