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Part of my "Imprinted in Wood" series. A friend wrote a series of poems and I loved her work so much it just seemed wrong to put them in cheap, plastic frames. The pieces have been so popular I was given permission to replicate the originals (paintings on wood, not prints) with her poems. If you buy this piece, you will receive a handmade remake of the original. You will see and approve both a pencil sketch and the finished painting before it's sent.
The poem:
what you don't know
or perhaps you do
is that it was always my heart
that was for sale
at least that was what
they pretended to want
and I knew it
and played it up
and let them down
because maybe
just maybe
my heart really was for sale
to each and every one of them
but it wasn't bank then
and it isn't bank now
that I was asking for
and none of them carried
the right currency
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