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Reading your thoughts as you Paint mine in acrylics upon aged canvas: I let your mind entangle itself, Synapses echoing and I swear it's through osmosis That our ideas bleed into one another, Running like watercolours, Making the edges Of the paper Curl.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
Osmosis
Reading your thoughts as you Paint mine in acrylics upon aged canvas: I let your mind entangle itself, Synapses echoing and I swear it's through osmosis That our ideas bleed into one another, Running like watercolours, Making the edges Of the paper Curl.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
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