The artists pt.2A Chapter by callipygianphiltate
Those hands burn as they paint,
As though I need to be fixed! The color I am is not for you to dictate! Do not hold me down, as I pry from your grasp! Do not paint me as you see fit! The dysphoria is burning me.. © 2015 callipygianphiltate |
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callipygianphiltateAboutHello, I'm Kal and welcome to my humble abode. The crossiants are over there, mints and cough drops are on the table, tea is being replaced by Pepsi and Faygo, tissues are on the end table near my boo.. more..Writing
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