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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Painted On

When the paint dries up
you wash it off,
this I wear 

as part of my theater.

I pull at the stage where
everything is a certain way
that it has to be, particularly 
anything.
You have this painted on.
What looks at certain way.
How do we get to making
any sense to anybody.

I like to think it all has 
a place like that is what
is painted on, see it peel off
like rusted tape.







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