I made this…

5 Sep

What is art? asked the poem as it lay its sentence on the sheet. Silence replied “by the alone for the alone”. It was like it was said before, but no one had heard. Or remembered. Or cared. Lets not speak angrily anymore and find comfort in that. Live and never live again. To be so lucky.

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