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Apr 2014
don't make art
don't even take
that first sip of
ephemeral joy
because no one
wants it
NO ONE WANTS IT
and you know that but
never really know
until you try to sell
your soul and there
is no buyer
NO ONE WANTS IT
repeat that until you
can accept it and stream
consciousness for
no one but yourself
Colin Anhut
Written by
Colin Anhut  Raleigh, NC
(Raleigh, NC)   
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