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richaux

I think that I’m
Incapable of thought
I craft and work
As that’s what I’ve been taught
But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse
Their brushstrokes leave me cold
A value you can’t teach
Teach me to feel pain
Teach me how to love
I think that I’m
Incapable of deep thought
I craft and work
As that’s what I’ve been taught
But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse
Their brushstrokes leave me cold
Cannot learn me
Teach me pain
Show me love