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Feb 2019
canvas empty, ready to be filled
brush in hand, ready to fill
deft strokes flew across the clean canvas;
to fill the empty with the painter’s heart
yet in doing so, the ugly strokes that taint the white
only create an emptier canvas
Enigmatic Puppet
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Enigmatic Puppet  19/M
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