Painter's Brush
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The high up tall
Pale white wall
Steals life all,
Gloomy and dull.
A gentle stroke of artist
Compell heaven to descend
And dwell among people special
With vibes called essence.
Beauty becomes bounty
As the more colors sloosh
Breathing life to every atom
That meant to be my Gotham.
Life is lofty
In spects called jazzy.
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