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Brush Strokes & Margins

I can't draw,
but I paint

I still sin,
but a saint

I talk best
when I'm mute

All I've lost
in pursuit

I begin
at the middle

And end
at the start

To give back
to the silence

This thing
—we call art

(The New Room: March,2021)
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