Its beginning to blurr
all of the ink and paint I have placed
in familiar places
adhered to the substrate suspended for a while
you can hold these papers upside down
and the message holds on
you can leave these canvases in the rain
and the letters will be in the mailbox in the morning
Blurred
a sparkle
on the ladies cheek
glitter bombed inside
the room
surrounding you daily
blurred in your place
your timed waves
peculiarly placed around you
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