I was going to write something really dirty today since it's the 69th day of this blog... but I'm not in the mood.
Canvas
Why write words
On a blank white page?
Why mottle the immaculate surface?
The stains of refrains
The rhythmic glitches
The discolorations of sensations
Written on the pages
Jackson Pollock's paintings
Uncover the same things
Beauty is the chaos
In a perfectly framed system
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