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Drawing crowds I'm the painter in the park Where no one is around I'm painting the trees      In the silent sound             And the breeze Under the birds wings          Is wondering Where everbody is I sat there brushing fades                        And texures In the nature of myself    I stared at the canvas And saw the big picture                        With my signature Insignificant to how it would sell           Drawing crowds The skinny of invisible   Scribbled in spirals Downward falling up       I painted so equivocal With an assidous passion That oscillated Back and forth Yet I couldn't draw a crowd       With faces homeostasis In any need to stick around     It appears it's ineluctable I'm a fruit that's a vegetable Someone planted in a wound                That wouldn't sprout    And I'm a cartoon Animated in a cell Of pomegranate and pale                                 I'm a hotel Thats sleeps on the weekend When everyone comes to town I'm the street when your knees        Fall and scrape the ground                                   I am the crowd Assembling at the foot of my doubt I could never draw anything               With a hope to help               Anyone out               Drawing crowds
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
Drawing Crowds
Drawing crowds I'm the painter in the park Where no one is around I'm painting the trees      In the silent sound             And the breeze Under the birds wings          Is wondering Where everbody is I sat there brushing fades                        And texures In the nature of myself    I stared at the canvas And saw the big picture                        With my signature Insignificant to how it would sell           Drawing crowds The skinny of invisible   Scribbled in spirals Downward falling up       I painted so equivocal With an assidous passion That oscillated Back and forth Yet I couldn't draw a crowd       With faces homeostasis In any need to stick around     It appears it's ineluctable I'm a fruit that's a vegetable Someone planted in a wound                That wouldn't sprout    And I'm a cartoon Animated in a cell Of pomegranate and pale                                 I'm a hotel Thats sleeps on the weekend When everyone comes to town I'm the street when your knees        Fall and scrape the ground                                   I am the crowd Assembling at the foot of my doubt I could never draw anything               With a hope to help               Anyone out               Drawing crowds
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
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