• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 01
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That is how I live
painting and brushes
maintaining hushes
silence and the eeriness
of living, giving
to art,
wart in the eye
does not matter
I am as mad as a hatter colour blind, although
colours splash around
no licking wound
I have a bed
colours red
roving around
here stands my last
painting on the wall.
I am cynosure of eyes.
Come, the world is packful
of lies.