Quietly. Like returning home.
To the Brush I Haven’t Picked Up in Years,
You once turned my silence into color.
I miss the honesty of your strokes.
Maybe it’s time I try again
To the Brush I Haven’t Picked Up in Years,
You once turned my silence into color.
I miss the honesty of your strokes.
Maybe it’s time I try again
So I telly self, learning never stops
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