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TheCoalMineCanary

Published: Jul 27, 2009

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_{painter, take up your
brush in silence and capture
us as a sweet mess

in angry reds
and simmering topaz hues,
that we might confuse

the critics into
considering us maybe,
somewhat, beautiful

for our art is not
truth, but merely an artist's
veritable falsehood.

lie in shades of blind
crimson and deaf persimmon.
oh painter, create,

create in perfect fallacy.}

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