Art Critic
Out of the darkness
arises color burst
Van Gogh starry night sky style
The blues disappear in light burst
on my night sky
Resurrect your kind heart
from the pettiness of discontent
Your lack of talent at an old age
cripples your dry shriveled bean of a heart.
Lub-dub! Lub-dub! Lub-dub!? How many ticks
before the end?
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