A few drops of blood splash from my nose to the table floor and one tear from the eye that bled the same.  Your ears are long and pointed.  The arrows are sharp.  My mind, a razor like precision, now is dull from drink, wine, paint, cigarettes and memories of your laughter. - Trius Art

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"untitled"
oil on canvas, with non-depicted frame in orange, scarlet and gold.
16"x 20"