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Thu, 01/05/2017 - 10:45 -- ajs1993

I knew a boy who liked to paint,

each piece a tessselation,

a labyrinth

of color and jagged edges.

Some so loud

I cowered, hands over ears,

others hushed

like petals on a flower


I think he was trying to say

something about the nuances

of beauty

but he got on a boat one day

and sailed

far, far away;

his paintings a blazing heap

on the beach.


(maybe they meant nothing at all.)



That's pretty cool!!

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