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Jul 2022
I saw the pen
eyeing the page,

the paints
eyeing the canvas,

and the piano
glancing towards space,

and I said to them all:
hold your fire, dear soldiers!
Why ascend into haphazard excellence,
when you are so brilliant
in your mediocrity?
topacio
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topacio  F/Los Angeles
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