Black strokes,
Silver hints,
White,
Oh, so much white,
The void where none is found;
My world,
Not vivid,
Detailed.
My plaster,
My background, they say.
But you would know me so much better,
Analyzing their two dimensional demeanor,
Rather than my three dimensional face.
Silver hints,
White,
Oh, so much white,
The void where none is found;
My world,
Not vivid,
Detailed.
My plaster,
My background, they say.
But you would know me so much better,
Analyzing their two dimensional demeanor,
Rather than my three dimensional face.
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