Vocab Poem
My life was Monochromatic until seeing Hue lights.
I sketch portraits of people I don't know to understand a stranger in a artistic way.
I always knew I was weird and no Illustration could convince or change my thought.
When looking at the sky I Believe you see compositions of what you want to believe.
When trying to make a Equilibrium design wild but structure would be wise.
I look in the mirror and see a silhouette of what I used to be Even if it would Pretend to be abstract.
My Colors of life have been tinted over time trying to Motif into me.
One thing that will never change are the organic shapes we see everyday which we never seem to admire even contour shapes can seem so plain.
I sketch portraits of people I don't know to understand a stranger in a artistic way.
I always knew I was weird and no Illustration could convince or change my thought.
When looking at the sky I Believe you see compositions of what you want to believe.
When trying to make a Equilibrium design wild but structure would be wise.
I look in the mirror and see a silhouette of what I used to be Even if it would Pretend to be abstract.
My Colors of life have been tinted over time trying to Motif into me.
One thing that will never change are the organic shapes we see everyday which we never seem to admire even contour shapes can seem so plain.
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