Blooming ovals of undulating green-shaded envy twist and turn, evolving,
An understanding commencing out of misinterpreted perceptions.
With every grain of my soul, I harbored a hate so virulent as to consume my whole existence.
Now grains smoothed into a fine sheen gleam.
And you, I finally, see my brother.
-Based off a new painting...
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