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Art Hung without Nails

As a child, he stayed
within the lines
when required.
At 13, seduced by an older woman,
he found his real talent,
practicing until it was perfected.
Unable to be hung and admired,
(though he is),
no money changes hands
when he creates his masterpieces.
On sheets of high thread-count cotton,
he finds the tan lines,
painting with his mouth and hands,
invisible art that makes the walls

6 Nov 14

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