![]() Your CanvassA Poem by Sir_Lansonlot![]() We all have to paint sometimes, right?![]() Your regret is but a despised and renowned painting. Going back is neigh improbable. When all you see is your past. The only way towards a non-bleak existence is to deny significance. In the end, it is your canvass and your canvass alone. © 2015 Sir_LansonlotAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Sir_LansonlotAboutI am a young American author who is looking to receive harsh criticism in order to hone my craft. I enjoy the most brutal of opinions more than sugar-coated nonsense. I know I am an amateur so this is.. more..Writing
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