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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


Written by brokentitanium (k.)
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