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• I'm coloring in these tensiles Shapes test patterns to sell Instead I'm constructing a new formation My mentality blending in with my insanity Painting in pain so the light spilt into the paint Running deep blue waters while yellow splashes in with the compassion Bubbles piling up to pop at the surface to serve my dying face A boat bought sinks with beautiful daffodils as poetry Separates the ink from the words Colors distorted from the canvas As I emerge the sky is now mine All these patterns I've gained Become my whole page Tell a scope because my view is far out Tessellated picture is now draped as my soul Proceed my figure and we both shall see the sea shells •
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
Tessellate
• I'm coloring in these tensiles Shapes test patterns to sell Instead I'm constructing a new formation My mentality blending in with my insanity Painting in pain so the light spilt into the paint Running deep blue waters while yellow splashes in with the compassion Bubbles piling up to pop at the surface to serve my dying face A boat bought sinks with beautiful daffodils as poetry Separates the ink from the words Colors distorted from the canvas As I emerge the sky is now mine All these patterns I've gained Become my whole page Tell a scope because my view is far out Tessellated picture is now draped as my soul Proceed my figure and we both shall see the sea shells •
Art is whatever you interpret it to be
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
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