

The canvasLife can fade away, a canvas drenched in paint, hope for a future, dwelling in the past, a canvas so blank so full of sorrow, a moon hung on string no place to call home. a smooth red brush stroke a sharp pain alike the image ive potrayed it stings like a knife one day i will change this start my canvas anew until that day my canvas is true.The canvas
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