in the making

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Her hands moved mindlessly,
Ink staining the canvas,
Hypnotized eyes that saw,

As she tried to capture the beauty,
Hidden within her dreams,
Day turned to night,
Shadows replaced the light,

As if taunting her,
Challenging with a sneer,
To do this dance,
With blind sight,
All unclear

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