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Pools of Paint

It wraps around me like a blanket The only difference is it makes me colder Correction, it's the cold one I grab my canvas and paintbrushes I slowly start to make strokes onto the canvas One stroke Two strokes Five strokes Ten strokes Twenty strokes With each stroke, I push a little bit harder The embrace slowly fades I keep painting as the paint pools into circles along the lines I have made I paint late into the night The tight hug has faded to a light caress on my back I decide I’ve painted long enough I cover the painting with a cloth Soon to be visited again

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Date: 3/21/2019 4:07:00 AM
Ah, Emma, welcome to Poetry Soup my artistic, poetic, painting friend. I love poetry and art, and have my own studio. After reading this, I am going to run out there and enjoy my day early!
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