#craftmanship - Hello Poetry

When love Hits you hard Either You will be turn into The Masterpiece Or a painsmith And This life is Not enough For Your Art

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May 4, 2020

May 4, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Craftmanship

When love Hits you hard Either You will be turn into The Masterpiece Or a painsmith And This life is Not enough For Your Art

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While crafting living beings The supreme showed sensibility placing all the organs in the utmost level caged heart covered brain highly placed eyes and, so on The Perfect As seen from the close proximity Supreme might not have 2nd thought, that words can break the heart memory can weaken the brain distance can blur the sight This day would have been different If had, once, that day, foreseen from the distance.

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Apr 23, 2018

Apr 23, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Crafts Crash

While crafting living beings The supreme showed sensibility placing all the organs in the utmost level caged heart covered brain highly placed eyes and, so on The Perfect As seen from the close proximity Supreme might not have 2nd thought, that words can break the heart memory can weaken the brain distance can blur the sight This day would have been different If had, once, that day, foreseen from the distance.

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The painting in front of me, walled eyed. Can’t figure you. My cousin who painted chose to demure. Lidded obscure behind your spec- tacles. She said - a lifetime ago - that the splotch of orange peachy dreamed on the tips of your ears, the side of your nose, the lip top, was sun in the studio blasting through your flesh. Simulacrum blood and shine com- bined. flat knife strokes elongate into rounds of skin caress, provoke this con- versation.

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC

d-lowell-wilder

Alex in Oil

The painting in front of me, walled eyed. Can’t figure you. My cousin who painted chose to demure. Lidded obscure behind your spec- tacles. She said - a lifetime ago - that the splotch of orange peachy dreamed on the tips of your ears, the side of your nose, the lip top, was sun in the studio blasting through your flesh. Simulacrum blood and shine com- bined. flat knife strokes elongate into rounds of skin caress, provoke this con- versation.

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