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ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ,,
I never liked the colour midnight blue,
but there I was, laying down,
drowning, most specifically,
with midnight blue capturing my lungs,
and nothing could be prettier.
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HIS CANVASS | ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poetry"on his canvass he expressed his sorrow, his burden and his horror" ＃119 in poetry ＃42 in poesia
