Sharp strokes and slopping curves
Ink caught in treason
Fanning lines that seem obscured
Watch the hand that strokes
All the depth in missing space
See the lines up close
Brush strokes we must erase
Maybe lines too bold
Maybe some misplaced
But the picture we behold
Is of slippery molding grace
Catch the tail end of the sketch
It's a mirror, it's a face
Can you see the picture yet?
Or is it fading away...
Fast shades and fading time
No way to hit rewind
Fill in what's been unscathed
Replace what's left behind
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