Art WANTS to be abandoned

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It is said that art is never completed. It is just abandoned.
But the truth is, Art wants to be abandoned!
It wants to rush to the ones it's made for, 
to the ones who won't change it or already know it's mysteries; 
to the ones who would enjoy it, would let it work its magic, 
would be curious for what it offers next. 
It forces it's creator to abandon itself.
Just the way this one did, for you.

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