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Jul 2013
Ambiguity in mind

I reach inside to scoop out groups of build up.

Throw them on the wall

sit in my chair and twirl my paintbrush

like paint these concepts begin to dry

I kick the seat aside

and add color to all implied

by the lines who were array’s of something

and never had a life.
Written by
Jose Alba  Tucson, AZ
(Tucson, AZ)   
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