NaPoWriMo Day 19: Art, where art thou?
I became a walking exhibition with pictures as imagination
I let paintings view my soul so they can tell me whether I have enough colour on my insides
I became art
I let paintings view my soul so they can tell me whether I have enough colour on my insides
I became art
but,
I have empty museums in my hallways.
I have empty museums in my hallways.
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