He opens the door and asks why I'm selling my paintings.
He doesn't know yet but i'm going to kill him.
In the heat of the night, so still for once.
I said goodbye a long time ago, to everything, even my life...
even my art...
Artists feel pain, more intense, more gray scale.
I wanted to poison him, then draw him dead.
Why does he ask me things that kill me?
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