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Nov 2014
To be jealous of paper
It is maddening, yet true.
Watching you through silent eyes
Your ink stained hands
Making strokes in a panic haste
Etching jagged lines, in silent leisure
Timed uncertainty, passionate intensity
My eyes follow your moments in pure silence
Your hands create passion, the artist is art
And I stand there, jealous and helpless
For among the drawn paper
Lies a piece of my heart
Want is cheap. I believe I need you.
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Drew  India
(India)   
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