I feel each brilliant stroke you make.
A genius you are, each movement real.
I sense the time you patiently take,
mixing the color of me, tinted by feel.
As you raise me from your canvas, I awake!
A creation of sincerity, the real deal
A heart's reflection, scratch n sniff, shake!
Appearing, shoes off, understanding, I kneel
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