"I love..."
I love drawing and scribbling and sketching and more.
I smudge and smear and splatter and pour.
I'm drawing a house.
It's so wonderfully wrong.
The windows aren't square
and the chimney's too long.
And look over here,
at all that's crossed out.
OK, fine, I'll erase it.
There's no need to shout.
It's just I like how it's messy,
how it's every which way.
Wait, what are you doing?
You're going to throw it away?
Fine. Go ahead.
Now just let me be.
I don't care that it's bad.
I care that it's me.
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