As An Artist
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With my magic wand
I wipe away all my worries
Making them disappear
With a brandish of
A writing weapon...
Adding and subtracting where I please
The inkiness blots of unpleasantness
Distracting the mind from attention
To the regiment of social obligations...
The artist has a peculiar power
To envision on only the ideal
Through a secret of the imagination
Creating a private world
Of perfection...
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