No me. Know you.

with strokes of time,

masking the seemingly erased.

the brush overdoes,

the painting act.

so painted i was,

i couldn't catch my own glimpse.

so tainted i was,

i camouflaged with the criticism.

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same. yet not.

abrupt eruption of emotions,

painted by a handicapped mind,

on a canvas previously used.

And well.

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i BUMPED into GOLD tonight

lines that painted the pages of yesterday
in colours so blue, red and black.

of differences once known
of unlove once felt
of commoness once uncommon
of blues once reds
of blacks once invisible.

and then, a second of the past
leapt towards me.

held my unconsciousness by the neck
before strangling it hard and dead.

from the death of nothing
rose the living.

so mighty it scared the grey
manhandled insecurity
stifled the lifeless
stripped nothingness
and blurred the darkness.

my gold found me. Once again, forever.

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