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2008-03-16 | |
Iâ€™ve killed Van Gogh
By making love
in my room.
As the Paper Heart on which the artistâ€™s inspiration has been written , finally has turned into a physical nature .
It is the Boomerang of not being faithful to the fantasy .
Nothing will Dance anymore.
This is not an Empty Monolog;
as I am still wondering
either shall I choose now to show concern â€˜on the assassination of a Politicianâ€™ or shall I adhere to the â€˜Romanian Uniates Clergy â€˜ instead of filling back with a muse the paper heart.
After all ,I simply know.
I do want to regain the Artist's Soul by dreaming in the Poetry Workshop.
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