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Enriching your finest dreams
I quickly re-stich your minds seems;
Drawing art on blank hearts,
tearing the
frame apart.
seeing through plastered eyes
trying to revise disguises,
molded a Mona Lisa mask
the cold clay unfolding
at last,
now its known
you’re your own, masterpiece.
Entangling heart strings
As this mangled art sings,
these
screams were found
around a museum,
of deserted feelings.
The ceiling collapsed as
abstract stokes of symmetry
bled
every forgotten memory.
Everlasting has his time spent
reinventing broken mind sets,
the scenery seems empty
but it didn’t die yet.
A pallet, with worlds of colors
drips wet.
The artist is anonymous
and must
hide hints.
He continues painting pictured words
but I’m blinded...
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