My fingers smear color, on the human form... lovingly tracing the contours, of your imperfection,
with my chaotic mind.
You fade away.
There's no name, no face, nothing.
Just my creation, a thousand brilliant colors...
spread without a pattern, on an empty canvas.
Your soul becomes one, with my painting and my prayer...
and you lose yourself, in the canvas, that is you.
with my chaotic mind.
You fade away.
There's no name, no face, nothing.
Just my creation, a thousand brilliant colors...
spread without a pattern, on an empty canvas.
Your soul becomes one, with my painting and my prayer...
and you lose yourself, in the canvas, that is you.
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