Oil Pastels
Greasy film,
touch like silk,
glides across my sketch pad,
before it's time to have a nap,
bright, bright pastels,
etched across my nostrils,
in such fluorescent colours,
I can do no other,
oil pastels,
comes perfectly natural,
to someones naked eye,
it's time to sketch and say goodbye.
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