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MY BLANK CANVAS
My mind acts as a blank canvas at night
As it awaits the splash of my coloured thoughts.
Red , blue , black or white,
Even the thoughts that are never right,
They all paint my canvas bright.
My musings full of varied shades
tease my glazed mural,
brushing oh so slightly, with a curve
creating a bridge of illusion that
stands in constrast to my morals.
Then As I drift to a deep slumber
My vibrant canvas turns fainter and fainter.
My body system shuts with a clank!
and all I remember is a canvas blank.
© lone_solo
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