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The best art comes pouring out through the cracks
Like water rushing past the shattered pieces of a fallen vase
Its beauty is in the initial spill
Out of control
Unrestrained
This is why those artists with the most fame
Have suffered through some of the deepest pain
Their spilling is raw
Each mess completely unique
Though we should never expect anything less
After all when a heart breaks apart
What's left if not just a "he" and their "art"
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