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A single tear falls, soft as a sigh,
A painted eye, where emotions lie.
Colors swirl, like whispers in pain,
A silent storm on a canvas plain.
Is it sorrow, or a tale untold?
A fleeting moment, both.
(This poem isn't mine)
Soul Stuck In Painting
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