I Can't Draw
Oh sure, I can draw.
I can sketch and scribble and create as I please.
But I can't fully capture something's beauty.
I can't draw the way a neck cranes.
I can't draw the way the bones in one's fingers blossom.
I can't draw the way skin folds and ripples over a human muscle.
I can't draw the way fingertips fade white when pressed against something.
I can't draw the way lips peel.
I can't draw the way a pupil dilates, the way the flecks of color in one's irises unfold and change with different light.
I can't draw the beauty of the human body, one has to experience it firsthand.
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