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He looked like art Now that's an understatement because he was art My favorite form, abstract in a sense because he had sharp edges, none as sharp as his tongue though An odd and strange beauty that so few could understand A beauty who's shapes I traced in my persistence to understand it Who's being I blamed when I could not Deeming forth a review that stated his existence was an excuse for a child's finger painting Like harsh critics we took away it's beauty by ripping it apart by its flaws Like critics we tore down its structure to level it to a platform which would bring us no inconvenience And like a dying man reviewing all his regrets I have finally come to the realization that the art he was before we tore it apart was an art the stars painted in an attempt to be understood
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
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He looked like art Now that's an understatement because he was art My favorite form, abstract in a sense because he had sharp edges, none as sharp as his tongue though An odd and strange beauty that so few could understand A beauty who's shapes I traced in my persistence to understand it Who's being I blamed when I could not Deeming forth a review that stated his existence was an excuse for a child's finger painting Like harsh critics we took away it's beauty by ripping it apart by its flaws Like critics we tore down its structure to level it to a platform which would bring us no inconvenience And like a dying man reviewing all his regrets I have finally come to the realization that the art he was before we tore it apart was an art the stars painted in an attempt to be understood
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
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