HEARTS ARE THROWN AT STRANGERS, AREN’T THEY?

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Splattered on a canvas

Or, scrawled on a wall

Art

Is just

A husk of form

Without the artless agony

Of daily life:

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I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can

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I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can

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