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23. Picture on the wall
I see a face painted on the wall,
Strengthened by warm strokes, cooled by tints of fall,
One person knows what is sinful to those
Shades of purple and blue around the windows to the soul
A tear drop, clear enough to recognize
Hobbling down in disgrace, attempts to jet and hide
But the hologram art of daughter
Smears the paindrop into a film of salt and water
Sought there after, a faked laughter
A glisten in the eye, caused by thoughts of the past or
What could have been, what couldn't be
Something I wish for, but really couldn't see
Conceivably, the painting stood from the sand
Molded by the union of a woman and man
Artistically sculpted and shaped
By the DNA molecules welded by fate
Seem deranged, she do,
Forever remembering, how the bruise tattoos change the mood
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Clearer, clearer, I plead them fall.
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