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Dec 2016
Saturday, in the dark
Just another day alone with my art
Paint brushes turned all red
As my heart bled onto the canvas said
I painted my life in blood
As I fainted
The brush in my hand fell
Pointing to a poem
My last written word
Called
No more Sundays
Trilogy poem, The end (part 3)
Arthur Vaso
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Arthur Vaso  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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