In Pieces

Was at first called ‘Art is Dead!’ because when does art die? Or is all art dead the minute we conceive something in our brains and put it on paper. Then again, can a memory really ever die? I don’t know a lot of things, this poem is a big IDK over my inspirations and motivations.

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