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Form, Function. I sculpt The words inside The frame of aesthetic perfection Every letter, every space, in its rightful place. But who is right to proclaim The words beautiful When without Essence? Thoughts Are written The image implied Through a painting much unseen Every word, every break, something that I make. But where can there exist Elegant phrase, which Concludes with Widows?
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
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Form, Function. I sculpt The words inside The frame of aesthetic perfection Every letter, every space, in its rightful place. But who is right to proclaim The words beautiful When without Essence? Thoughts Are written The image implied Through a painting much unseen Every word, every break, something that I make. But where can there exist Elegant phrase, which Concludes with Widows?
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
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