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Art


Well, I've been accused of being way too dramatic, but the world I accuse of being much too dogmatic. I will leave it at that, I don't want no static don't want no arguments, I don't want to fight, I only want and need to write. And my writing has been said to be quite crude, I confess I've lived hard- I'm no prude. I've written of the streets, drinking and other vice not all my poems are very nice. But I've also written of nature- flowers and such, It's just that art requires reality's touch. And a seed of art is suffering the scope of all that life does bring... Yes, pain is a twin to art- it stirs the soul and inflames the heart!
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Annette M Velasquez

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