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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Fantasy · #2129779

Fantasy about life and creating




In life’s blanc edged frame;

nothing staying the same:



assembling, composing in addiction;

layer by layer turning into fiction.



time caught by colorfull liquid,

shifting the thruth bit by bit,



into that what was never meant;

leaving as only reality the paint’s scent


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