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: Tears of crystal draw upon my face as if they were painting an unseen place. A mozart is made upon my cheeks, my heart and body like old antiques. With colors dull but statements made, may reds and pinks slowly fade. Try to smudge me and you will find, you smudge my body but leave my mind. My soul yurns for faith and strikes me blue. Only now are my colors true. I am a painting as us all, I am still but catch your fall. Seeing my misery settles your pain, my lifeless colors and tearstain. I cannot see past these blacks and greys. Darkness swallows all these days. Your reflection improves as mine seems to fall, I gave you boost and lost it all. I was crucified my your unstopable love and burned by my faith from god above. Somehow I will rise as I always do, and I will pick myself up with the help of you. I live off you you live of me, together we make the world. We make it from dark to forever together impearled. Some colors mix and make a diaster, but all the easier to heal it faster. Paint your colors with taste and mind, and in the outcome you will find, you live your life based upon your dreams the future painting is all it seems. Love those paintings when their dark, for all those paintings will have their spark.

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