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Opacarophile
Art does not need me
Like gold Sun to green Earth
Or a man on a hill
Choosing to admire the sunset
Art is the chieftain
Of muses systems birth
Into our arms, in till
Fleeting our taut grasp yet endless
Art demands worship
Like numens of time's worth
Art is the crimson twill
Salving blighted spikes in our veins.
Like gold Sun to green Earth
Or a man on a hill
Choosing to admire the sunset
Art is the chieftain
Of muses systems birth
Into our arms, in till
Fleeting our taut grasp yet endless
Art demands worship
Like numens of time's worth
Art is the crimson twill
Salving blighted spikes in our veins.
Published 26th Jan 2023
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