Daze
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In the pale dawn, my face is spread
like a sheet over a glorious unrevealed painting,
wrinkles and sagging, the sheet has been used,
it has been tossed into the wind, drying quickly
and smelling hypoallergenic. So you wonder
about that painting, it’s all behind the face,
in a spacious gallery, my mind is a piece of art,
done with broad strokes, and intimate detail,
my mind has the sunshine that might come
after this pale dawn.
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I liked this part the best. I feel i can really relate. Well done @Daze!
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I really enjoy reading your poetry @Daze. I find myself visualizing the description in each line.
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This is a fantastic poem. I enjoyed it!
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Its all about getting those feelings out there
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