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I thought I saw What I thought I knew What I thought was real What I thought was good But what I thought         was just a thought And that's all it was          just a notion          just a guess a shot in the dark I think, I thought I say, I do She says, She needs He knows, He tries But things we think    and say    and do when clock bells ring and hands strike 12 Are colors stained, beneath dark veils canvas of dust, that civil eyes hide and the artist idle idle, so idle becomes ashamed and thinks and ponders if there is another meaning to this shameful portrait and thinks and does says, knows needs, wants takes up arms furious strokes _______________l e f t r i g h t______________ \   s      l        a          s            h              e                s                   \ and      thrusts --------> burst noise spew sweat drip curses bleed color more more more!   more   more! more! more  more!   more  more! more!  more!  more! moremoremore! moremoremoremoremoeroerermroeom And      ---- now with  heavy  breath           another          one more eyes, stinging sweat, open thinking, hoping, praying scared, half smiling stares and stares a n d s t a r e s still                       _                                                 quiet                     _  canvas of dust canvas of lies canvas of this and canvas of that but canvas of what?! and down comes the veil like it always does like it always will and again it is dark under the veil
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
Under the Veil
I thought I saw What I thought I knew What I thought was real What I thought was good But what I thought         was just a thought And that's all it was          just a notion          just a guess a shot in the dark I think, I thought I say, I do She says, She needs He knows, He tries But things we think    and say    and do when clock bells ring and hands strike 12 Are colors stained, beneath dark veils canvas of dust, that civil eyes hide and the artist idle idle, so idle becomes ashamed and thinks and ponders if there is another meaning to this shameful portrait and thinks and does says, knows needs, wants takes up arms furious strokes _______________l e f t r i g h t______________ \   s      l        a          s            h              e                s                   \ and      thrusts --------> burst noise spew sweat drip curses bleed color more more more!   more   more! more! more  more!   more  more! more!  more!  more! moremoremore! moremoremoremoremoeroerermroeom And      ---- now with  heavy  breath           another          one more eyes, stinging sweat, open thinking, hoping, praying scared, half smiling stares and stares a n d s t a r e s still                       _                                                 quiet                     _  canvas of dust canvas of lies canvas of this and canvas of that but canvas of what?! and down comes the veil like it always does like it always will and again it is dark under the veil
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
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