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On gypsum is waltz of hair bristles wood directing the form into brush, seated in a chair an artist whistles background ebon yet fingers plush. Paints salvaged from marked tray wizened hands flick cigarette ash, ember burns in a stubby end grey his yellow teeth grinding as gnash. Few lights linger dark upon studio they track his shuffles and sways, a feeble body his mind burns true shadows lengthen in paints craze.
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
Artist ponders
On gypsum is waltz of hair bristles wood directing the form into brush, seated in a chair an artist whistles background ebon yet fingers plush. Paints salvaged from marked tray wizened hands flick cigarette ash, ember burns in a stubby end grey his yellow teeth grinding as gnash. Few lights linger dark upon studio they track his shuffles and sways, a feeble body his mind burns true shadows lengthen in paints craze.
andrew-taylor
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
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