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Canvas
A canvas;
not of an art form that could be
described in a single celled line of empathy.
Nor concealed by fate.
not of an art form that could be
described in a single celled line of empathy.
Nor concealed by fate.
Published 24th Jan 2012
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24th Jan 2012 11:00pm
25th Jan 2012 00:57am
Honestly,I have no idea what it means.
It came to me last night,before I fell asleep.
Thank you and goodluck trying to figure it out.
If you do,let me know:3
It came to me last night,before I fell asleep.
Thank you and goodluck trying to figure it out.
If you do,let me know:3
24th Jan 2012 11:13pm
A canvas can be only seen as art if one looks around the outside. For the painter has no sympathy for what's inside. That's what I get out of it. I love what I see, and what you feel reflected. Kudos Lacey
