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I’m Deluded.

If I paint pictures with no color,

am I still an artist?

Does this still count,

if I dress it only in black?

If I cut all the beauty,

and leave only,

this. 

Will it matter?

Is It a Poem?

Today,

I wrote you a letter,

that turned into a poem,

that turned into nonsense,

as they usually do,

Either way,

I’m not sending it. 

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“I’ve got a twenty dollar bill, that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup, you’re always made up.”

Brand New

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