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A Warning To Artist


Once you fall in love,

you won't make art anymore.

Because you would've found someone to find you, and to define you

and to move the dove inside you.

 

Once you fall in love,

you won't make art anymore.

Because you would understand that a steady hand 

only handles solidarity,

 

of love and art

that is the disparity.

 

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