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Jan 2022
You stroke the bristles of this brush
To the left and sometimes to the right
My wild thoughts are filled with black & white
It comes and goes especially at night
What is art without its creator?
Your mind is our mediator
You are superior to all of this
I am an empty page, I am your canvas
And you bring color to my abyss
1/18/2022 1:15am
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Always Second
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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