Drawing Life Out: Prose Poem
Only there is none so beautiful as you
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2 min readJan 2
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It takes hours to make a line — you know, a succession of single points superimposed by a thread. The fingers of his hand that are not coiled around a pencil, flex — as if they can urge the lead on, move the pencil in its divine task. only there is none so beautiful as you.
