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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Untitled #7
A butterfly lies dead in my room tonight,
Unnoticed by any being or any thing.
I would not have either,
Had it not suddenly struck me that
That is how I might end up as well.
Canvas
As the cycle of another day begun
She unlocked the portrait left half-done.
And as the rolling day came to an end
Not once did brush and canvas blend.
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