How’d he forget?
The things that make him feel
Mosquito bites don’t hurt a pulled muscle
The sun can’t burn a broken heart
He moved
From art studio to art studio
He left the artist behind
Behind a window, the artist is safe
Safety killed the artist
Complacency killed the lover
All life begins diving out into the unknown covered in blood
It’s time to bleed
But be careful you don’t bleed out

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