You And I Are The Devil's Slaves Yet

I
remember
I was a skillful painter
Like Van Gogh like Dali
I was just
busy with
Drawing the beauty of oases

I remember
I draw a garden on
the height
There was a beautiful pond in the middle
But
The flowers
were all sorrowful
Because of thirst

I thought to draw a human
being
To water the flowers
And saturate them

I took a brush
(...)

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