Precisely.
Methodically.
One heart at a time.
I saw shapes, scratched in the dirt...
Spirals and eyes and jagged mouths,
A relic of some sort,
Maybe memories are remembrance.
Can we associate pain with art?
Are we capable of art?
I wonder...
Is hurting a form of art?
Maybe.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 11:02 AM UTC
Precisely.
Methodically.
One heart at a time.
I saw shapes, scratched in the dirt...
Spirals and eyes and jagged mouths,
A relic of some sort,
Maybe memories are remembrance.
Can we associate pain with art?
Are we capable of art?
I wonder...
Is hurting a form of art?
Maybe.
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