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He splashes light against the sky, breaks a heart that makes her cry remembering yesterday's goodbyes, begs her to explain. She just sighs. She was a whore he loved, paste white. He splashes light against the night making stars that swirl like madness. He splatters yellow suns on his sadness with crows in skies warning us of doom. He cuts his ear off in a white room.

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Date: 9/17/2020 6:14:00 PM
Hello William … a lovely tribute to a troubled artist - thank you William - Lindsay
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William Donovan
Date: 9/23/2020 7:26:00 PM
Thank you, Lindsay!