My Van Gogh Poem
My Van Gogh Poem
Oh look at that Europe.
I love the way it moves
the fields dance and
the stars circle each other
in the sky. I want a place of my own.
Thank God for my eyes
and for the color. When
I cry and my eyes
excrete paint. I make
my own Europe.
Please take it.
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