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I gather myself tightly and charge at the horizon for I know no other way to carry this heart slowly, clumsily I shake off mud when it's clinging sharpen my spears I learn to make art
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 12:54 AM UTC
moonlight run
I gather myself tightly and charge at the horizon for I know no other way to carry this heart slowly, clumsily I shake off mud when it's clinging sharpen my spears I learn to make art
I think true art is becoming beautiful, and beauty is being the best human you can be
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 12:54 AM UTC
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