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Portrait In Paint Set #4

if you can picture me, sitting on the couch, looking out of the window


into the eyes of a being that takes up the entire sky, with open eyes


staring back at me, nostrils, mouth, and light, without a doubt this


happens, constantly, and that being, i couldn't begin to describe


the countenance, fear, distress, sadness, confusion, pleading to me


to write exactly this, to do my best at conveying a point to get across


and what is the conversation happening in silent recognition, every


single thing i've been saying, just trying to relate, me & that being


we're in agreement. there hardly exists very much more than that, no.

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