Art is the scribbling of words on ink at the tip of your fingers crossed between pen and finger when the story of poems you write are interact of your head waiting to be writ.
Art is the way I paint your face as it blushes beneath my grip waiting to kiss your cherry lips
Art is
Art is a cherished memory underneath the tips of your fingers drawing pictures as you look down at the paper in animosity
Art is the way your voice takes to the wind and inspires me of the sea at rest
It is the beating of your heart next to mine
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