I need a blank canvas
an empty page
a song not yet written
I need nothingness and potential for everything
I need a rose and a cigarette and a new tattoo
I need crows and bourbon
Do not tell me anything
I do not want to listen
I need sun and flowers and dirt
I need new boots and
I need to know you are ok
I need the world to stop and never end
Do not set yourself on fire
I need to be a pebble at rest at the bottom of a river
I need black paint and a broad brush
Today I need
Another song
Another story
Another canvas
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