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The Artist MAG

By Anonymous

   The Artist

I find him,
Buried alive in a chest of silence.
My presence eludes him.
He sits,
Tranquil,
Enveloped in an icy cold.
Entering into his realm,
I am immediately consumed by flames.
His hand weeps,
And I gratefully swallow its tears.
Out of Tragedy -
Beauty.
I mistake his pain for genius.

by M. C., Old Saybrook, CT



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on Feb. 13 2013 at 12:34 am
mattisonteeter GOLD, Los Angeles, California
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So so so very brilliant. Thank you for sharing this!     -Mattison