by Staring at the blank page
of a canvas open before me,
waiting to be stained with my colors.
I watch it shiver uncomfortably
as though it knows I am content
to leave it naked.
Staring at the blank page
of a canvas open before me,
waiting to be stained with my colors.
I watch it shiver uncomfortably
as though it knows I am content
to leave it naked.
A (wise) man of two faces 
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