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| Art by � arhllm Mother daughter not the blonde fairy princess of Native American male dreams. Dark dark dark brown eyes survey the pristine canvas flinging paint filled with hate saturated love forming life's murals on the cloth my mind locked away dragged out at a whim coloring my memories coloring my life. Fate, unfolding made up of frustrated images of times past and present. Future gray whispers of color on the fringe of the canvas's dreamland. Dark Native eyes seeing the ways of life painting her truths. |