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Nov 2018
Alas, a canvas is the human flesh.
Not created through a mesh,
or dribbled on a sponge bereft
of the living vessel.

Your skin, our skin is one
And when we curl up to get some sun,
It speaks of art unknown to maker or recipient
Robert Cayne
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Robert Cayne
     Fawn, Starving Artist and Khoi
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