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Is your heart worthy?
After the velcro is removed?
After the years are erased?
After the music stops,
after last call,
after your own voice has become misplaced.
Are you looking for those words again?
Are you still hungry for the definitions?
Is that fondest memory as colorful as the rough draft in
your heart?
The same one you painted with well intent that morning:
a mourning seemingly years ago…
Now many sense your weakness.
For what reasons?
You’re the artist holding the picture you created.
When they see the colors they bleed along with them.
Maybe the painting was too much,
despite what the colors said.
Maybe the silly people just ran:
because the colors still bleed in their heads…

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The crowd was not as noisy as you would have expected from
that sized gathering. Perhaps 200 people standing around
looking at Paul’s art and speaking in hushed tones.
Paul watched them and smiled to himself, his art had a way
of catching people off guard. They knew they were coming
to see an erotic art show, but they didn’t expect the
power of the art to arouse them as much as it did.

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