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Paint splatters engulf the walls
It begins to drip onto the carpet, I should have put down newspaper A mangled mass of brushes, photographs, paint tubes on the floor The music is pounding from the corner of the room I can't seem to get the lines just right- keep working Poetic utterances seep onto the canvas Darker, darker, and darker still It's changed so much in a year Expression is my outlet Fear, joy, pain, anger, sorrow, fluttering glimpses of the future Crazed torment bleeds into the bleak whiteness No longer white, but covered with poisoned memories Fleeting remembrances of past events end up on the surface My head is pounding with the thrust of emotion A sorrowful, pained image emerges on the bumpy terrain of the canvas Darkness overcomes the pallor that was once there Joy overcomes me, and anger overwhelms me Superficial scars in the form of art
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