poetry like painting
changing relationship ratios
hours spent hung lines waxing poetic
loving ghost minutes vanishing
freedom lost creating artistic perceptions
making beautiful split images
under microscopic slides
talent artist may flay slay mind
heart sliding
touching amazed
reader pulse reading
exact lines
he she needs
to hear
to internalize
lines properly to
depth of meaning
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