Vincent Poem by Thomas Case
Vincent
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There goes Vincent with
his jagged sky, and
ragged beard.
His cobalt blue hands are
stained with the
glue that should
hold us all together,
but it doesn't.
His sunflowers are
lost on humanity.
When we can't hold
on to what we
pretend to love,
we kill it.
Usually in small
treacherous ways,
like apathy or
arrogance.
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: apathy,life
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8/12/2025 4:33:08 AM # 1.0.0
Vincent, as in Van Gogh