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A paintbrush and a canvas
Is where my passion lies
Watching for a reaction
Through other peoples eyes
To reaffirm my love of art
A condition I embrace
To cultivate my budding gift
And the dream that I must chase
the sun arose late
admiring its reflection
in the lunar night
if could capture the setting sun
stop the day from being done
send it back where it begun
I could relive this time of fun
Sometimes
the people that
slip through the cracks
keep on falling
and never get back.
I never trust the pretty parts of life,
I only really believe in the dark side,
gritty brutal violence and pain,
so I am seldom let down.
That’s why kindness always makes me cry.
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