You soon learn
your true best friend
be a shade of blue that unlocks your pen
With grim gratitude
build on a mood
food's only fuel
pain be the food.
We bathe in dark
liquid currency
lathering up
before rinsing the art.
Dirt's prized product
we struggle with our strings
rebellious puppets
discontent
we brood on things.
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