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Appearances are an art, a few strokes form out of paint, an intimate experience of velvet, skin and sadness There is no better job than feeling proximity and depth shamelessly direct, like in bed Appearances are deceptive, my insolvency is just a façade, like a name given to you in ignorance I no longer have debts nor money, I earn nothing and can work without worries So let the pious people talk I take care of Hendrickie and Titus, everything is theirs
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Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
A few strokes of paint
Appearances are an art, a few strokes form out of paint, an intimate experience of velvet, skin and sadness There is no better job than feeling proximity and depth shamelessly direct, like in bed Appearances are deceptive, my insolvency is just a façade, like a name given to you in ignorance I no longer have debts nor money, I earn nothing and can work without worries So let the pious people talk I take care of Hendrickie and Titus, everything is theirs
Rembrandt van Rijn (AD 1660)
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
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