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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