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[] The True Angle []
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On my mined there is
a true picture of Angel
I drowned it,from scratch
put the seen on the seen,add
the coloreds in the coloreds.
Came out with a gathered of
a lovely splash, While I look
at my lines of the oily paints,
Adding touches joining together,
coughing a layer over another, dipp-
ings oil on the soil linking a wave to
the wave lighting the darkness of the cave
having a hope, within the scoop, Might be a pearl
in the deep, a terser being in keep diving so deep
Getting to the unknowns, or,reaching my sleep crying
my soul on my hands, fearing nothing, having no doubts
on my land, Crossing my day and my nights, Riding my faith
with my sight exploring,a sea after a sea, but,lands somehow don’t look the same, Fingers created deferent to form
one ,longer,shorter, never be ashamed,saying those
Truth and facts,that must have been, and, there
more fact that never was seen,I move my
colors quit and as slowly, to keep
the margins within the holy,
Staying some where,look-
ing and hear,Is she
The angel,of my thoughts?Is
she the one that will
never will be caught?
Painted picture colores of
painter,well, maybe it's
hard for one to see,
That She,deserve all
my tittles, that
I ever dear
She is my
true
ang-
le
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Sun of Sa
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