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People throw their hearts at strangers, don't they?

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Splattered on a canvas

Or, scrawled on a wall,

Art

Is just

A husk of form

Without the artless agony

Of daily life:

The strangled scream

And the carving knife.

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Red Brick Keshner

Mon 20th Jan 2025 12:44

That’s probably why I stuck with poetry, at least it’s something substantial to be chucked in strangers’ direction 🕊😊🙏🏻🌹

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