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Claude Monet

November 30, 2016
By Rach3819 PLATINUM, The Colony, Texas
Rach3819 PLATINUM, The Colony, Texas
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My body contracts,
Rendering in perception
When I breathe in morning dust
That’s brushed my fingertips
Time and time again


And though I only live for death
My given sly
Oil eyes
Calm down throughout
Gaze into
Blurred banks and tinted blues
Of Claude Monet.


Now Paris doesn’t seem
So impossible;
Maybe death
Isn’t so permanent
After all.



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