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Oct 2017
white
round and clean
it sees me sit in the gallery
looking at the painting.

cold
smooth and generously
it pats my back when I get too tired to
look anymore.

if I said I could paint YOU
here in this room that YOU gave me
if I could touch the feet of
       the ones who cared.

please feed
please feed
please feed
me

white
round and clean
it sees me stand before the painting
laughing with Kitaj eyes.

cold
smooth and sincerely

it looks at its watch.
Abraham
Written by
Abraham  M/London
(M/London)   
246
   guy scutellaro
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