You've worn me out today.
Your erupted emotions splashed
all over my wall-papered organs
brain, heart and skin
sick with pain
bottled up anger
who's to blame
who's to blame!
when all falls under
have you nothing left
like the smell of mountain tomatoes
and the cool feel of love on grassy rocks?
Your angry brush
smudged the canvas of my bliss
how could you?
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