Unwell Art

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    Unwell Art
    Division has divided my colors, hands incapable of the sight.
    Reflection is suicide of my mind.
    Here's the separation of desire with sticky fingers over flown with transparency.
    My own reason’s consideration of what’s actually in sight has found me.
    Division is here to represent my transformation, my twisted tongue is an average black and white.

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    Musicmynded1 commented on Unwell Art

    09-15-2010

    ........ now.... just wondering what art youve been into for a year now without being on here...:)
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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