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Picturesque


My life begins when I open the page Of a book I had written that day It's painted with colors of different hues Green and red, purples and blues It tells a story without using words A small creation my own unique world A world that tells the story of my life Detailed in ink, drawn in a fight A fight against this cruel life game Living your life day by day Crossing paths with incredible foes Or wallowing in hurt, tending your woes When a new story shows the words disappear And turn into a sketch of what I hold dear It reflects everything I know Putting on a dazzeling show A picture is worth a thousand words Apposed to a book, with a little detained world So I allow my life to be drawn into a sketch Of a picture that I will never forget
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