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My paint swells with blisters these white walls whimper tears create a vision a pattern paintings on the canvas. But no matter what the poet’s might say not all pain is beauty to the eye and mine blisters and burns and cracks like my bedroom walls in my childhood house. No matter if you paint me over and over or place a rug over carpet stains or add a frame when you redecorate building a collage on the wall over time my paint will still blister.
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC
Painted Blisters
My paint swells with blisters these white walls whimper tears create a vision a pattern paintings on the canvas. But no matter what the poet’s might say not all pain is beauty to the eye and mine blisters and burns and cracks like my bedroom walls in my childhood house. No matter if you paint me over and over or place a rug over carpet stains or add a frame when you redecorate building a collage on the wall over time my paint will still blister.
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC
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