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                                    Artist
                                        My fingers are burned.
                                        My nails are falling out.
                                        My eyebrows are raised.
                                        My eyes are burning.
                                        My breath is gone.
                                        My pain is gone.
                                        My heart is burned.
                                        And it become charcoal.
                                        
                                        I begin to draw.
                                        
                                        Poetry:Ivan Gruev