Pallet & Canvas, by micah
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We are.
Do not make me the world's canvas,
this is truths nemesis
and intellects cold butcher, though knowledge
can find comfort there.
Pallet and canvas am I, for I see what I will...
I choose from my spectrum carefully
my creation thrives on
this.
Inexperience and haste I remedy there
And birth is given again and for the first time. |
Posted: 2006-08-20 01:50:51 UTC |
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2007-03-16 05:24:50 | Angel of Music |
This is very powerful. I really like it.
*Walking on Sunshine* |