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Sep 2013
He sits there with glue all over his hands
coughing with hair in his lungs
for he is a brush maker
all for artist everywhere

His pressing of fingers and thumbs
the glue makes his head go numb
all the brushes he will make he knows
for there are pictures to be painted

So he works through the night
so artist in the warm daylight
can paint to their hearts content
with brushes that he has made


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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