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I walk, A thick brush Paints my way I cross, An inked bridge My feet black I stop, The black brush Paints a crossroad I sit, days pass by As I ponder I decide, A blackened path Walking on ink I wait, The brush draws More diverging paths I reach, Holding the brush Snapping in half I look, My body covered In black ink I walk, My body blackened My path white
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Path White
I walk, A thick brush Paints my way I cross, An inked bridge My feet black I stop, The black brush Paints a crossroad I sit, days pass by As I ponder I decide, A blackened path Walking on ink I wait, The brush draws More diverging paths I reach, Holding the brush Snapping in half I look, My body covered In black ink I walk, My body blackened My path white
A person and the brush that paints their path. An ode to fate, destiny, and the premise things happening for a reason. Sometimes breaking the brush will make us lost and 'blackened', but atleast we will be free
#destiny#fate#brush#paint#freedom#path#crossroads
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fayezb
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
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