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Mar 2019
a circus once entertained
my hungering muse.

words flourished
from a vibrant quill.

inspiration evaporated
from pages of artwork,
as graphics appeared inferior.

feet paced forward
while left unescorted.

an artistical mind
forgot the words,

it once paintedΒ Β 
in intense colors.
Written by
stiletto quill
212
   Fawn
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