What I want to say is...
No one will like your art forever
But there will always be someone who likes your

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the Known.

I longed for the outside
A vast sea of
like
above.
I wanted to gather
Each and every one
in my arms.
So I reached for them,
my hands the

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Between each line, within each is a world that we walk among with our In this painting, my other self sits amid this other world, between the black and white pages.

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