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An artist who can't find a muse, not even within herself. ................................. first written - 4/12/17 edited - 28/3/20
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poetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight

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