All she wish;
Is to fall asleep,
Beside an art,
In progress.
A living, breathing;
masterpiece of,
An anonymous artist.
Not the stolen;
Meograph reprinted,
Sketch.
An architrave,
Between,
She and ethos.
When the end;
Stroke is etched,
She will be awake,
Beside the best.
Away from;
What is taught,
Believed and followed,
In Nirvana.
– Emily Parker
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