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PAINTBRUSH
i have been using this paintbrush for a long time now,
Until the greatest image just came to me,
squirmed i was to bring it into being.
perceptive,very.. to carry it in the open.
you hold a lot of pigments.
improbable to subsist
in our world of veracity.
where no mists exist.
The image i was thinking,
unfeigned but overlooked.
conjured yet rebuked.
revelation of truth.
where to place my self?
when things are
beyond vague,behind clear..
-beside fate.
my overrated tears.
trepidation over years.
i wish of painting my little something,
granting it would bring nothing..
vagaries may befall
deviations might transpire
all the same,this is all i desire.
jumping to conclusions,
rejection is what i feel
figments of imagination
is this thing real?
so now what to do,
with old life in need of hue..
my paintbrush buried alive,
from something that needs to be renewed..
(i know,to whom im refering to!
Everybody knows who,,its just you!..
i wish u just had an idea so i wudnt have to
tell you!!)