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redmosquito10
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the one painting in my room
i can truly relate to,
has weathered and aged, cracked and folded in places
and remained alone a bit too long.
physical manifestation of years of learning,
beliefs forming from wisps of ideas,
swirling and percolating to form
the self-referential, hypocritical,
unreplicated identity
that peers out
and in
the one painting,
of the wilderness i escaped to
the stream
that was my companion,
and the analog for my self
the trees,
whose simple swaying
imparted the importance of withstanding and escaping
has perservered,
and i take comfort
that im finally feeling compelled
to give it a companion
i can truly relate to,
has weathered and aged, cracked and folded in places
and remained alone a bit too long.
physical manifestation of years of learning,
beliefs forming from wisps of ideas,
swirling and percolating to form
the self-referential, hypocritical,
unreplicated identity
that peers out
and in
the one painting,
of the wilderness i escaped to
the stream
that was my companion,
and the analog for my self
the trees,
whose simple swaying
imparted the importance of withstanding and escaping
has perservered,
and i take comfort
that im finally feeling compelled
to give it a companion
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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