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PaintingsGod took all of my research and ate it upOne by one I haven’t thought for a while Who is my teacher? I'll never learn anything Who has been my lover? She waits in the dark to steal my love Take these hands What have I made them do? What have you made them for? Am I the only one left to sin at all? I met a fallen creature I picked him up I licked his wounds He bit my hand I see the preacher to fill my cup Please fill my cup I had to take away all of the paintings inside of my head I can only remember the first ones When the curtains were closed, I could still see your eyelashes beating I can still see your breath on the window, but I think I want it to go away |