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Jan 2019
Like an eye transfixed by a line of roses
That are subdued like a harlot's reclining poses,
He sees shapes, one illuminating the next

Of different layers of fullness,
Of hue and form
They all conflate and are completed with the eye.
art, floral, flowers, painting
Robert Cayne
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Robert Cayne
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