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Feb 2015
It's art for sure.
Pity, those onlookers who are near sighted,
Nothing but colors and patterns

I deny my eyes were made just right for the art,
But rather claim the opposite
Some look, but maybe I just know how to see

Because when I gaze, there she is
Look beyond the foreground, thats where the beauty lies
Ordinary
Written by
Ordinary  in my mind
(in my mind)   
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