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Caffeine. Shaky fingers attached to quivering hands, steady themselves on brick walls, paper, canvas, and skin. Nicotine. Reliable digits now detached from a similar grasp. Without the stirring lives of the artist, there is no life within. Traces of muscle memory assist me again. Feigned skill determined by the past, and a pen. Tranquiline. Reality-defying, I'm aware to where my mind lies. Without trying, you'll perceive it, and be on your way. Underlying, a rare mind may use hues to cry. But the realist intellect knows secrets deeper, the mind of a dreamer, and where to draw the line.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
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Caffeine. Shaky fingers attached to quivering hands, steady themselves on brick walls, paper, canvas, and skin. Nicotine. Reliable digits now detached from a similar grasp. Without the stirring lives of the artist, there is no life within. Traces of muscle memory assist me again. Feigned skill determined by the past, and a pen. Tranquiline. Reality-defying, I'm aware to where my mind lies. Without trying, you'll perceive it, and be on your way. Underlying, a rare mind may use hues to cry. But the realist intellect knows secrets deeper, the mind of a dreamer, and where to draw the line.
tranquil-eyes
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
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