Vincent Van Gogh (Remove filter)
If Only You and Van Gogh Knew
If your art is good, as it feels in your bones
You will become known
Long after your ashes are sprinkled
And all of your senses are gone
Particularly if you cut off your lobe
Or choose for yourself to end it all
Note scraps reveal queer love affairs
Poems show in the rubble of fallen walls
Fans will become obsessed
Frame you in the brightest light
...Friday 26th October 2018 10:35 pm
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