Turpentine Austin Bauer
I lay amongst green skyscrapers that stretch to the pastel blue expansiveness and puffy white marshmallow clouds I see above me. Look at my blues and greens, the earth says, my cardinals and yellow orioles. Turn away from the sulfur smell of gunpowder, rebel against the blood-stained dirt and turn toward my coral sands and my transcendental northern lights. Awaken to the beauty behind the eyes of each human being. Be the turpentine that melts staunch borders and edges into one brushstroke.
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