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Feb 2015
Had I to paint a picture
I'd colour you in with my fingers
Using the lines as guides
Rather than instruction

I'd use the colours that we
Painted with our naked souls
Rather than the ones in the pallet.

Then I'd rip the image to shreds
Because a masterpiece is nothing to others
Than what it is is to its master.
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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