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Painter
Black & Grey...
Paint smeared on my hands.
I'm a painter...
I paint the sky & the land.
Strange & surreal...
Surrounding these familiar buildings.
I try to paint your face.
But it can't compare to your reality.
So, I paint bridges with the color black.
With the color grey I make tiny cracks...
In the concrete pathways.
And at some point.
Your face fades away.
Written 07/2005
Paint smeared on my hands.
I'm a painter...
I paint the sky & the land.
Strange & surreal...
Surrounding these familiar buildings.
I try to paint your face.
But it can't compare to your reality.
So, I paint bridges with the color black.
With the color grey I make tiny cracks...
In the concrete pathways.
And at some point.
Your face fades away.
Written 07/2005
Published 5th Dec 2012
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