Running my fingers and hands over the empty white canvas, "Come on Baby speak to me ", It is cold andrigid. It whimpers.'touch me", "again" Longing for the idea to hit  y brain travel down my arm and in to my hands..Must create that's what an ARt-Tist does!!!! bows head and knees bent I wait...gave

Running my fingers and hands over the empty white canvas, "Come on Baby speak to me ", It is cold andrigid. It whimpers.'touch me", "again" Longing for the idea to hit y brain travel down my arm and in to my hands..Must create that's what an ARt-Tist does!!!! bows head and knees bent I wait...gave

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