Portrait
You've filled me up with so much truth, but I had to dig it out of the lies.
Does it count as you being there if it's only when I close my eyes?
The blood in my veins turn into a hazard. Because, with you, we are one.
Am I enduring this for you or me?
Can this fight even be won?
The art of life is love.
It’s abstract, like what you've showed me.
I should've looked away, knowing I could've.
You have your flaws like any other Saint.
Do you dare frame the massacre you paint?
Ru is Dai 🌸
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