An artist once told me
the canvas doesn’t stare back
with a blank face
it’s the colours in her head
that flit and hide
none of them staying still long enough
to be chosen.
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An artist once told me
the canvas doesn’t stare back
with a blank face
it’s the colours in her head
that flit and hide
none of them staying still long enough
to be chosen.
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