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Osvaldo Palomino Sep 2014
If you think that you can erase the scars that bind me to this pain, maybe I can make you see
If you think I didn't always feel out of place, then you really never knew me...
Osvaldo Palomino Sep 2014
What is this strange feeling that has fallen over me?
I burn like a demon being touched by a rosary
Yet I dont move away, I continue to suffer
Enduring this pain acting as if it will make me tougher...
Osvaldo Palomino Sep 2014
Art
Art does not praise itself in any way.
It is merely there.
Protected.
Never meant to be tainted
By just any person's hands.
Yet this view is wrong,
For they are unfinished pieces.
As time passes
Most of the paintings will find the artist who completes them,
While a few will be destroyed in the process.
The untainted, untouched is what I desire,
For I am also an imcomplete piece.
I paint others
Helping them become complete.
All I'm looking for
Is the artist that will complete me.
Osvaldo Palomino Sep 2014
Push, push
Push them all away...

Nothing lasts forever
So push them all away...

One by one
All will fade away...

Now you're all alone...
What has really changed?

— The End —