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I carry hints of my predilection,
spatters of color here and there
on my sleeve and hands I wear
colors I loved this day
I tried to find a new direction
the four corners I think have found me
the story wants to be told and seen
I lift the brush and find the way
into this dream I go
it takes me to that place
where time and outer world fade
and the fearful mind slows
I paint the fresh white field
dipping brush in alizaron
and sublime pthalo green
this trembling brush I wield
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