

Modern Art - RevisedThe light is glitter, streaked in a crumpled tissue paper sky, washed out by spilt water. I lie on the acrylic grass and watch the brush strokes of birdsModern Art - Revised
through the scribbled leaves. I slip through reality’s maze, a chaos carving.
You should be painted on canvas, hung in Paris, burgundy and blue,
wrapped in hushed voices, revered like the dead. You’d sell for millions.
Watch the watercolour wash
of sunset, an oil pastel horizon.
I won’t pretend an opal is the frozen moon.
I’ll make you a work of art. You f
I dance on your page.
or
Hmm...
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"I'm not sure how you like it, but I'll be gentle." (Brothers Grimm)
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"I'm not sure how you like it, but I'll be gentle." (Brothers Grimm)
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**You have made the parser cry.**
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"I'm not sure how you like it, but I'll be gentle." (Brothers Grimm)
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"I'm not sure how you like it, but I'll be gentle." (Brothers Grimm)
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