The artist's used brush
By a mediocre toad
Wed, 14 Jun 2017
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From betwixt the secluded island abundant with giants' pinecones, luminous arteries hike up their taut sleeves and stretch with all their might - as if to brush the watery duck-egg from below. Fire opals grace the spiralling pond with their pink flames. They lap the surrounding pond, painted murky by the artist's used brush, rinsed clean with their fiery tongues.
05/06/17
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