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Feb 2018
Down the memory lane,
I saw myself yearning
and heeding to create
an art that would drive
countless people to sane.

Yet now,
seeing my vivid reflection
in front of the windowpane,
I just simply wanna be,
the art itself.

An image of clarity,
hidden beneath the naked
beauty of vagueness.
I wanna be art people would really yearn to comprehend.
Written by
Gwenth Simoy
     Tash Mckay, Marty and L Seagull
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