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Much Like Herself

Her long fingers grasped

the midnight blue pigmented stick of oil,

pulling it across the sand coloured card

as if nothing else existed.

The way she focused on the piece of art

she was creating-a piece of art

much like herself,

was exhilarating.

On the card was variations of

shapes, colours and shades-

much like herself.

She wore a prominent frown when she drew,

shaking her head and muttering things to herself when she went outside the lines,

making her hair fall into the middle of her shoulder blades.

Just like her masterpiece, she was

made up of

shapes, colours and shades.

Eyes a large oval shape

her nose a  triangular sculpture against her soft features.

The skin on her nose and against her cheeks were a darker shade of olive,

compared to the rest of her imperfect countenance.

Hair like black coffee cascading down her back,

merely reaching her frail waist.

A sense of nostalgia surrounded her small frame.

The masterpieces she creates show sentimental meanings,

hidden with oval shapes and midnight blue pigmented sticks of oil,

much like herself.

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Written by
harmony-thomas
England
Published
Apr 18, 2015
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