I'm the only artist
pursue and crush disappointed
sorrow over the fate of sketching
sing no luck
color breaking heart rhythm
starvation twilight sad time
celebrate the life of the ink favors
anchored footbridge there
sinking the complacent world
no sound of friendly
following the despicable sadness
framed of fret lines
Thank god!
because I was drinking pleasure
stamping space
and lives are subsumed
even the body is sacred ....
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