.On morning one when sunlight spoke
an unfamiliar place i woke
and my arms and limbs, all lines so faint
crudely sketched in paint
red, blood red, wall overhead
this work of art, this lover's bed
his pictures hung; the splattered marks
as the curator, she starts...
"oh.
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