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My freckle flecked love stirs the speckled paintbrush soft, dousing it's hairs so that, as I pull it back, all the bristles bend seamlessly, and when I let go they ping forwards, smattering a scattering of stars, onto snowy canvas.

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Misser

Published: May 7, 2014
LinesWords: 940

Tags: #paint #art #stars #creative #soft #canvas #brush #freckle #paintbrush

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