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Truth is art. You hold its brush in your hands. The canvas dripping with colorful bonds; it’s complicated lines and depth, takes a particular person to see. Expressive intention, your soul speaks its mind. The beauty you keep in the hands of your heart, takes a certain person to perfect its art.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 1:07 PM UTC
Art
Truth is art. You hold its brush in your hands. The canvas dripping with colorful bonds; it’s complicated lines and depth, takes a particular person to see. Expressive intention, your soul speaks its mind. The beauty you keep in the hands of your heart, takes a certain person to perfect its art.
lily-monroe
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 1:07 PM UTC
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