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Feb 2019
art
I crave it.
Like a mother longing to kiss her child
and stair at the contour of his face,
as lovers stair at each other's smiles for hours
because it fills them

with a hope that beauty can come from
the simplest of objects-
nose
mouth
cheek,
brush
pigment
canvas.
Written by
A A Brock
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