Of grey
A resting smile on your face
As you walked by with a scruffy dog
Ever so busy sniffing the earth
Dark shades on but I caught your stare
Do I dare
No
I’ll just trace the lines on your skin
In the air
As I breathe the sun in
A deep exhale then my fingers reach
Your sun kissed lips
Do smile when they reach the cleft of your chin
The canvas almost filled with my
Fingers recreating your face
There it is done
Your face in the air
Ghost words of the imaginings 
ala son of man
bowler apple
thomas crowne
whopee!~
what else have we go to do?
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Ah a painting and a movie
Perhaps a song is next
One to reflect
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one two three four
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And the ceiling is my floor
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johnny winter. those albino brothers. southern fried usa blues rock n roll
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An unholy mix see?
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a most difficult day. shovel please.
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Hoping it got better for you ✌️
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most kind .
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