A breath of warm air,
creates a canvas of condensation.
A finger, her brush, draws blindly.
Her kryptonite is the sun
to rise and evaporate her
art away.
She will stay drawing,
beyond the morning dew,
creating temporary fantasies
on a canvas of condensation
vinnylanni 
i’m just getting lost over here in your words.
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Wow, you’re sweet Rachel, thank you, and pretty talented yourself over there
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Okay just wow! I’m going through your work and this one hit right at home …loved this. You’re very talented Vinny.
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<3 this!
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Love it! <3 :D
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Vinny I loved this <3
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You are always so sweet, Carisa. Thank you so, so much.
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Like the richness of your imagery.
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Thank you!
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