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art, then more art


It has blue, purple, and green. Paint thick on the canvas  

The next is smooth and silky, eyes craved in with breath taking detail 

I walk into the next room and see spray paint covering a wall, people whispering about it  

I feel creativity itching inside of me, about to burst if I don’t get a paint brush  

Museums make my head crazy, new ideas zooming around in my brain smacking into each other 

But I love it, I love the ideas, I love feeling creative 

And on the way out, I’m counting down the days I can go back   

 

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