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the art is to not know what the art is to hide it under the critics who tell you this is this but not that because this and who realize later that the art stays unknown for it was in them too until they too were under the critics of he is being too loud … Continue reading
absorbing all light and eyes she radiates the deconstruction of self for the construction of i dressed in deep black lip stick that only the universe matches spreading into a nothing that is shared between us no matter how much i stare hoping for a shooting star and knowing full well that she is probably … Continue reading
blue, painted red, roars of her and the sky they slept under where the sun warmed yellow and the clouds built to cool with white that took a little gray when life was postponed indefinitely to doze against the whisper of rain on the stucco roof that said hello i am blue painting red hoping … Continue reading
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