Lone painter’s trial

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I've been flooded by a rainy cloud,

thoughts all scattered, ruined alive.

Word by word, they tear my face.

Scarred cheeks, no light trace.

So I stare cold, eyes upon,

looking at my picture place.

Trying not to shade the sun,

let them paint my sorrow gaze.

And I've been waiting thus all day,

for these words to die at bay.

Yet no one seems to cut the flame,

left to burn, in my own frame.

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