To paint in a form of abstract words is a work of art.
With each stroke of a brush thoughts flow as a picture of writings, symbols, emotions, conveying the very eye that catches the blotches and dabs of painful design within its hurtful beauty.
To paint a picture of disfigured formality within the lines of space and time of the white blank expression that leaves an impression, that there's more to come.
Engraved strokes of passion with every secret whispered signature of my own scent within the structured composure of idea flowing as rivers from a predisposed storm.
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