I have painters hands,
Maybe that's why they don't understand.
Because to them I'm an average heart, with average art.
But to him, I'm unique, your unique, and we're all loved for who we are.
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PoetryWhen the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] #1 in poems [08/03/2024] * * *Art posted in this book...
