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( ) made music.
Wait did he?
No no he didn’t make music.
He made art.
Beautiful,stunning art.
Art that made your feet dance.
Art that made your finger tingle.
Art that made your mind float.
Oh float, float, floating he was.
Floating, floating, floating and sinking sinking sinking.
Art that made your ears pop.
Art that made your heart throb.
Art that made your soul full.
Gorgeous art it was.
Yet no one came.
No one listened.
No one saw.
No one noticed when his blood
drip drip dripped.
No one came when his eyes
dull, dull, dulled.
No one helped when his heart
stopped.
Art that cut skin with a blade.
Art that bled crimson in beautiful curves.
Art that killed it’s own creator