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Description of a painting in a lonely hotel

The colours appear to be moving

Closer together

Compressed

A darkness laughs in the corner

Evil eye

The blackness is spreading

Yet, the ****** colours won't fade

Only the orange sun and the reflection of the moon

Last

Permanently

Until the elements dismantle it

An illusion

Spreading its arms trying to  pull you in

Grab your soul

Hold your heart

It is as lonely as her

If not more

The girl in the yellow dress

That's why it moves

She says

That's why my mind makes it move

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Written by
sara-jakke
Belgian
Published
Sep 29, 2013
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