la la la....
La La La...
what holds....
the emotion....
felt....
by colors....
strokes....
and melodies....
from....
beneath...
the message....
of....
a painting....
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*I found it getting harder to breath*
*so I turn into varying directions*
*so my vision can be blurred*
*so my hearing could catch the air*
*so my desire can be numbed*
*I am neither a painter nor a poet*
*till the day I die*
*my palms will sweat*
*till the day I die*
*my mind will weary*
*till the day I die*
*I know this is not real*
*till I am reborn*
*so I turn into varying directions*
*so my vision can be blurred*
*so my hearing could catch the air*
*so my desire can be numbed*
*I am neither a painter nor a poet*
*till the day I die*
*my palms will sweat*
*till the day I die*
*my mind will weary*
*till the day I die*
*I know this is not real*
*till I am reborn*
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