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Hearts are thrown at strangers, aren't they?

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Splattered on a canvas
or scrawled on a wall.
Art
is just
a husk of form,
without the artless agony
of daily life:
the strangled scream
and the carving knife
.

 

 

 

 

◄ GHOST WRITING

i.m. Pte Jack Prince (1896-1966) ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 5th Mar 2023 03:18

Succinct and impeccable, John! 🌷

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