Not a lot going on here so
I’m posing a poem“Would you consider moving to Paris and being my model?” Said the poverty stricken American artist circa 1830
With nothing but what could be carried
“Would you drink red wine in goblets that we tucked in pockets,
Stolen on a drunken dare?”
“Would you recline on a chaise, and pose?”
The city is busy and the artist watches them watch you
A classic beauty that elevates disparity
As the artist records with coal
The struggle bears fruit
As the Artist absorbs, through eyes and mind
“I will share you with the world” said the poverty stricken American artist
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