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The Boy Who Wanted To Taste Art

Maybe that boy wanted a taste of art himself,

One who keeps seeing frames in random places,

Shining golden in the light sometimes,

Or creating a shadow in some artsy way,

Maybe he just wanted to be seen as art himself,

And that's why he chose to enter the book,

Becoming a character himself,

Finding verses for him,

And he knew which ones belong to him,

Such was the art created for him.

But, maybe the boy wanted a taste of art himself,

So he left with a plot twist so unexpected,

That shook the writer herself.


Maybe the boy just wanted a taste of art himself.


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