shreyabansal

a r t~

art; what is it if not beauty, intimacy, thousands of words thrown together each of those different for us ,masses.

asking you to look at the world through a number of different glasses.

delicacy is what it is; delicacy of the small glass in the back of the art pouring out the blood of your heart.

for hours, i gaze and gaze upon the art

it's breathtaking but that's only the underpart.

there's a girl and a guy , that one always catches my eye

i hate to pry, but you say art is only imaginary and i have to ask why



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