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Jul 2021
Precisely.
Methodically.
One heart at a time.

I saw shapes, scratched in the dirt...
Spirals and eyes and jagged mouths,
A relic of some sort,
Maybe memories are remembrance.

Can we associate pain with art?
Are we capable of art?
I wonder...
Is hurting a form of art?

Maybe.
Mel-VS-the-World
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Mel-VS-the-World  Philippines
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