The woman in the painting
Is as dark as the pitch black sky
As rough as sandpaper
blurry, so blurry you can't see her face
but...no one can describe her except
There is no painting to admire
There is no woman
It's all just my imaginatio, and illusion
I'm still looking at an empty canvas
I'm still looking at an untouched canvas.
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