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Poem about now.

Submitted:May 29, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Painting pictures for the world to see Using random subjects for your colors to deceive Brushing strokes of pain To bleed the others lame Your canvas fills with shapes and sounds But not one color will be heard or seen Through the tears of your broken art


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