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Apr 25
Once I dreamed of a world
filled with canvas and colours.
A dream to bring to life,
blank canvases with various shades and hues.
To let my paint brush speak for me.
To use up all my time,
to create landscapes, seascapes and portraits.

A distant dream it was, now broken.
My canvas remained blank,
my palette remained empty.
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