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Aug 2016
Words are like lines,
You can mold them,
You can draw them,
Pictures are formed,
Colors bleed through,
They are mine alone,
No one else has the lines,
Inside my mind,
Only I can twist them,
To carve my pictures,
And so I paint them,
Everywhere I step.
Written by
Lost Poet  I don't even know anymore
(I don't even know anymore)   
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