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Feb 2015
Cascading times,
Caressing forever,  
A deluge of chimes,
Powerful endeavour.

Glitter gleaming bright,
Like little stars,
Pin ****** in the night,
Revealing mental scars.

Try to ask myself “is it honest?
Is it pleasure?”
Because that’s what I want as an artist.
To create something I’ll treasure.
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