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marks against the canvas,
a rubber's lost form,
only of what remains,
a page empty, and lost spark.
countless brushes,
colours aglow,
merely with a few steps,
can't you start now?
dimly lit,
absence of light,
if only stayed a glint from within,
where could it be?
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