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She loved art, more so when she’s using red Bright- filled with joie de vivre. Dark- deep and sophisticated. Soon her colour pencils will get blunt, if not already broken She reaches over to her drawer full of sharpeners, all either bladeless or with rusty metals She takes a brand new one out of its packaging and admired its beauty, Its lustrous metal gleam She unscrews it and began drawing red on her pale, see-through canvas The metal cold on her blue veins unlike the warm red, now in a crimson shade.
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
The Artist
She loved art, more so when she’s using red Bright- filled with joie de vivre. Dark- deep and sophisticated. Soon her colour pencils will get blunt, if not already broken She reaches over to her drawer full of sharpeners, all either bladeless or with rusty metals She takes a brand new one out of its packaging and admired its beauty, Its lustrous metal gleam She unscrews it and began drawing red on her pale, see-through canvas The metal cold on her blue veins unlike the warm red, now in a crimson shade.
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
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