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Jun 12
I’m a play out of his paintings,
Tint can only go so far
I’m a picture you sanctify
But there’s not a frame can hold me now
Where words are heard clearly,
You silence truth in the name of art
Endure the writer to learn  
Being a muse is just
A reflection of who they are
Amy Herech
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Amy Herech
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