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I suggested
maybe making art
is making love...
Well then, I'm obviously
not an artist
he said
Then proceeded to
sing my heart
in arpeggios of red
and broad brush strokes of black,
Rhyming notes
with colours
in a furious dance
Until my fumbling words
suddenly fell into harmony
making sense
resonating
not alone
maybe making art
is making love...
Well then, I'm obviously
not an artist
he said
Then proceeded to
sing my heart
in arpeggios of red
and broad brush strokes of black,
Rhyming notes
with colours
in a furious dance
Until my fumbling words
suddenly fell into harmony
making sense
resonating
not alone
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