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Dante’s Brush
It seeps in, a constant drip which bows the canvas of the psyche,
the weight of it finally permeating within, filling each crevice
Resilient but not invincible, she bowed to it, conceded to it, till,
from the strain, from the constant drip of it; she became flawed
Try as she might to return to former innocence, where anything
was possible, she was irreparably changed, distorted where straight
lines used to be, they curved into ugly places, blocking out her light
Never throw rocks at what seeped in; she tried to recall innocence
There are tears in the dark, while blocking out the voices, from a steady
drip of the subliminal messages; that her clean white canvas received
There are tears through the years, as clarity fades the truth of it, that
someone else spread the disease of it, steady drips, bowing her canvas
‘Hug your knees tightly, rest…
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