The Painting

I’m the face of the painting

Adorning white walls,

The breath of a thousand men

A concoction on canvas.

A frightened sweep of the brush

A laughing agony,

Cigarette smoke, real

As they were eons ago.

 

But there lies a lingering hope

That eyes that might see

The face behind.

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