Beneath the Paint Just Blank
Crackle lacquered faceless form
in our head a family warms
as child shivers mothers bones
above her shambles love
eyes are drawn to ambers glow
as steam forms clouds
in blue azure
Hope lost or found
which do you see
for it is lost in me
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