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By Maggie Submitted by Insense82 Date: 2003 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.18.21.42.26523]] |
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I stroke the brush with my splendid hands hands that have known you, hands that have felt you... I try and weave my thoughts into this canvass but all I end up with are the images of you... Will I ever be free of you? Will I ever be the same? I live in the pain of wanting you and not having you... I paint you and nothing else, paint you in black and white, in reds and blues.... It is only in my canvass will I ever be able to hold you again... and it will only be in this canvass that you'd be able to love me back... |