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If ever a word to describe myself, I am an artist of the literary world,

born from lead and ink

lyed upon canvas and journal

Given life and purpose by paint and word

I am an artist of the literary world.

Red and blue, black and white, the colors of my universe.

Words like fire and those like ice, my sweet little curse.

My weopons stand: pencil,pen and brush

every color of the rainbow, every word of the mortal realm

swell like angry oceans within the core of every flame thrown creation.

Lady and Lord, arrow and sword, pierce the darkness of my misunderstandings

your judgement and my petty acceptance.

Step inside my eternal still lives

and living gloriful words, for I am an artist of the literary world.

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