My papers and
my colour pencils
in front of of me
give me a rubber
to kill my mad fantasy
My new created
pseudo reality
is the only thing
in my life
where I want to be
My creation of
a new identity
born on the paper
strong and healthy
as only a God can be
My design of
a perfect woman
to live with me
young and beautiful
in colours of purity
My drawings of
her perfect body
in front of me
ready to sadisfy
my morbit insanity

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