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An artist paints himself in memories and long lost dreams of yesteryears lying in a field of laughing daffodils he waters each with endless tears Placing a box of love that never was with shaking hands upon the shelf wondering why it’s so hard to find while he cannot love or find himself Recklessly navigating a sea of sorrow wishing to dive into its deadly deep but lacking the courage for even that a child slowly cries himself to sleep
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
The Artist
An artist paints himself in memories and long lost dreams of yesteryears lying in a field of laughing daffodils he waters each with endless tears Placing a box of love that never was with shaking hands upon the shelf wondering why it’s so hard to find while he cannot love or find himself Recklessly navigating a sea of sorrow wishing to dive into its deadly deep but lacking the courage for even that a child slowly cries himself to sleep
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
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