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Self-Portrait

By Lone Poet

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May I paint your lovely portrait, my dear? In rich purples, deep blues, blushing pinks Alas, pale lavender has disappeared, I fear I'll have to make do with black, methinks For this dense hole within my heart Empty void, no matter or starlight All organic molecules fell apart Not a hope or dream in sight Picturesque as a velvet rose Yet thorns stick and I bled All over my finest clothes Now sweet flower's dead Oil paints upon the floor Spilled the crimson red Thus, there is no more I'll use blood instead If I paint your portrait I'd like to see you smile 'Tho for now I shall wait, No life around for miles (c) 9.27.01 SmS Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 05:29 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   21 • 4 • 1

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