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When I told you that you could have a painting for five bucks, you dug your wrinkled rugged, years-worked hand into your tethered denim to fish out 5 ones. & I handed you a hastily copied Van Gogh and you spurted out your military ID like a whistling kettle unable to hold its steam. I hope that when you aren't sure where you're at again Van Gogh's "Room" leads you home.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Van Gogh's Room
When I told you that you could have a painting for five bucks, you dug your wrinkled rugged, years-worked hand into your tethered denim to fish out 5 ones. & I handed you a hastily copied Van Gogh and you spurted out your military ID like a whistling kettle unable to hold its steam. I hope that when you aren't sure where you're at again Van Gogh's "Room" leads you home.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
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