perhaps,
open our minds to what else could be already there.
Dormant.
Still,
bodies are also the same.
Bloodied arms,
drag the dead leaves underneath them just the same.
The same hollow sound, the lifelessness.
Hmm...
I do like the sound.
The picture is nearly perfect.
No.
į̶̦̲͖̙̭̪͉͗̈́̈́̌ͅẗ̶̛͎͖͔̖͉̳̜̹͔͓́̇̽̑̄̏͋͂̄̋͌̾͛́ ̵̬̻̹̪̤̦̹̼̔̌͒͛̀̈̚͜i̷̡̧͔͍̱̲͍͚̟͍̩̱̙͓̅̀̈͊̈́̊̓̊̽̾̂̑̄̕̕ͅs̶̡̢̠̝͈̊̓̿̍́̌͂̊̓͠ ̶̨͔̜̘̖͎͕̩̽̋̆͌̀͋͂̀̈͒̽͗͛̐͜p̵̣̜̏̊̃͊̈́̅̍̌̈̈́̀͊̊͊ẹ̴͊̈́̌̂r̶̨̧̢͕͍͈̯͖̖̙͐̍̔̌͂̒̈́̈̓̚f̵̢̢̳̼͚̻̳̼͉̬͓͚̀̌̈́̆̑̑̊̋͆͐̀̈́é̴̬͔͔̬̞̼̤̅͂̈̏̀̌̌̂̕͝c̴̜͇̪̞̺̲̟͎̏̅͋̀̏̊̒̅̋͜t̴̫͉̗͍̙̻͇̪̙͑̈́̂̂̏́̔̅̀͝
Then....
maybe.....
could it be the painter?
Hmmm..
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