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My Artist

My body is my canvass
so thirsty for your ink
craving the pain and pleasure
and all the torture that you bring

My skin is yours to decorate
or to scar with your delight
Make me bleed to calm my storm
and save me from my plight

My therapy is in your hands
and you are the doctor that I seek
give me a dose of needles
and diagnose me a freak

My thirst for ink is yours to quench
and your deliverance is my addiction
so let me drink your aggressive art
and appease my souls affliction.
Written by mitchryan549 (Mitchell Ryan)
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