Touching shades of life with the tips of my fingers
Scissoring bits and pieces to glue what lingers
At half past tomorrow, I'll pencil them there
The digital-hipsters, of the green grass square
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Sketching flesh and bones as they saunter by
Ribs of humanity underneath a blue sky
I capture diversity with life's colorful- ink
With a quill of thought that unlocks what I think
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I listen to the ramblings; non-committal banalities
Java-spun lingo, sporting Starbuck personalities
I'll map out their words under soap-carved skies
And trickle-paint their cheeks with silent cries
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In my Louis Vuitton, I carry paper and pens
To write of laminated bones and howling winds
Of green fields sleeping beneath the morning sun
Of lilac stained memories that soon blur and run
