there once was a dream
            i had set out for me


            of the                            and fall                  pen or
        waves   ocean              rise   constantly     my       the
      the             would      fall             with      of               swoosh
where                  rise and                    the flick                    of my brush

i made words into art
or art into words
for everyone to see

now i only make it for me

                                     see        but
                                 world               i
                                    the              will
     ­                                        let
how i can create pictures
without touching a brush
and how i can
truly go from
                         f                                                 up
                         a                                                  g
            ­             l                                                   n
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                         i                                                   s            
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            ­        down                     to