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there is a brush
OCTOGENARIAN

I know there is a brush
 1
solemnly standing for me
 2
past the fingerprints
 3
that claim to be mine
 4
past the pacing woman
 5
convinced there's nothing to drink
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past the clown claiming
 7
he must entertain everything
 8
past the touch
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that scorched so sweetly
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I'm afraid to examine the burn
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past the prisoner
 12
who doesn't know how long he's been in his cage
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past all of memory's tattered flags
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past the salt of the earth lost in the sand
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brush,
 16
my fears sink your leaves
 17
down to your roots and cut them
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yet they spring back
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with lullabye laughter
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let me fall asleep
 21
into those silent hidden nests
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only twigs now
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but still alive
 24
and able to grow
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23 Jul 10

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people who paint with objects never say why.
 — manuka

thanks for the rating
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thanks for replying
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wonderful art work
 — psychofemale

thanks psychofemale
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