Of Artists and Passion

She paints in blood and memories,
Demanding of herself everything,
As her soul is poured over the canvas.

He sings his shattered arias,
Music crafted in disharmony,
His voice cracks to utter such perfection.

She writes her poetry while dreaming,
The words gifted from forgotten friends,
Like a muted plea to be remembered.

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