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Sand sprinkled crest of dust daubs
but there cushioned azures
lives magic swirled in cotton soft
Where lines and dots
imagination caught
reflection in imprfection
Where spurts of red drags you from
your course
paint touched with eyes
that always saw
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Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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