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Feb 2020
A canvas is a conscious thing
Which holds no lies but hands with truth
Just try and hide from a single strike
A single stroke of brush to be
Once there it will never be without again
Once aware you'll never unsee the colors again
This is the nature of paint
Or at least one of its many mothers
See?
A Setting Son (4) - It won't happen until it does, and not a second sooner or later
Colm
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