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Jan 2019
youth: a cold collective
punk -
   signatured in dyes
                      of
                   rancid pink;

mingling
utterances akin to
no other -esque than:

i own -

   die gelbe kuh (franz
                       marc)

from afar:
   reminding me of why

painters of old:
shunned painting
a chameleon.

    even now: avarice in
green candle's
    limbo - is a
      chlorosis
      by comparison

no amount
of sweet absinthe fumes
could
             do more
in feel:
   otherwise to no
thought
        the futility of:

the painter, the chameleon,
and something
akin to -
                  spare
me any other ven'a
at present.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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     Yann and Rich Hues
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