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painting in my dreams,
swirling plant life with water streams,
a yellow spot to be a bird,
as it all comes to life when heard,
another stroke across the water,
a person inside with his daughter,
more lines with colours on a brush,
no need with no time to rush,
then satisfied with the result,
thinking forwards to critical insult,
taking another brush covering in black,
striking at the canvas as if to attack,
the lines across show no shapes of love anymore,
hitting so hard to the end the canvas tore,
looking like nothing but shapeless shit,
destroyed something beautiful with emotion painted spit.