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An ode to art scissors
Art scissors, art scissors
Meant to craft and cut,
Across my veins you go.
For I am no genius, just lame
With fetid blood, and nothing but
Art scissors, art scissors.
Designing lines across the tame
I'm a fool, I'm a mutt,
Across my veins you go.
It is my heaven, but all the same
My poisoned thoughts begin to jut,
Art scissors, art scissors,
True lust a game
And the skin that ripped across my gut.
Across my veins you go
So gently, giving me fame,
My release, my gift, oh god, what smut!
Art scissors, art scissors,
Across my veins you go.
6-10-10
Meant to craft and cut,
Across my veins you go.
For I am no genius, just lame
With fetid blood, and nothing but
Art scissors, art scissors.
Designing lines across the tame
I'm a fool, I'm a mutt,
Across my veins you go.
It is my heaven, but all the same
My poisoned thoughts begin to jut,
Art scissors, art scissors,
True lust a game
And the skin that ripped across my gut.
Across my veins you go
So gently, giving me fame,
My release, my gift, oh god, what smut!
Art scissors, art scissors,
Across my veins you go.
6-10-10
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An ode to art scissors
An ode to art scissors