Upon this canvasA Poem by Vanessa Pavelock
One day I sat down and drew lines
Between the marks on my flesh, each Throbbing slightly with the soft press Of my fingertips, and just like stars They formed patterns on my canvas, Marvelous constellations that Man will never quite understand. © 2013 Vanessa Pavelock |
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