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I’ve killed Van Gogh
By making love in my room. It’s Normal, As the Paper Heart on which the artist’s inspiration has been written , finally has turned into a physical nature . It is the Boomerang of not being faithful to the fantasy . Nothing will Dance anymore. ... This is not an Empty Monolog; as I am still wondering either shall I choose now to show concern ‘on the assassination of a Politician’ or shall I adhere to the ‘Romanian Uniates Clergy ‘ instead of filling back with a muse the paper heart. After all ,I simply know. I do want to regain the Artist's Soul by dreaming in the Poetry Workshop.
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