You are art.

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You are art.
It lies within your shallow skin,
tender-slim.
And whirls around
not safe, nor sound -
Oh! Splash in your eye,
world in your smile!
Cries in despair,
curls in your hair.
Pure art, it provokes.
Your yesses, your noes.
I see art in you.
A seeker, but I flee in you.
And I feel art in me
when I watch you be.

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