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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