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Mystery
The Artist captured her elusive eyes
Blue brown black with the stroke
Of the brush,
Lovely, lively, lonely, laughter dancing on
The canvas like an ocean of watercolors
Clear blue, dirty brown, muddy black
Whose fault is that?
Her entire body wet and soaked on
Dry cracked earth,
A chill of warmth down her spine,
Hair matted like a Robin's nest,
What-who placed her in such an
Agonizing peaceful place?
I look in the mirror
Written by Jobaby
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