Sunday, April 17, 2011

Renee

Timestamped to the depths within.
Don’t say where you’re going,
Don’t say where you’ve been.

Dreams on paper,
Lives in print.
Timelessly ingrained in development.

Black and white,
Covered walls.
Keep it quiet, keep it small.

Now romanticize it, and let it be known.
You’re an artist, out all on your own.

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