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her brush strokes erupt on the page leaving a fury of colors in its trail. singing songs of feeling of emotion and rage when the bristles are close to withering out it's voice grows raspy and pained so it returns to its home: familiar, nourishing, and chaotic
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
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her brush strokes erupt on the page leaving a fury of colors in its trail. singing songs of feeling of emotion and rage when the bristles are close to withering out it's voice grows raspy and pained so it returns to its home: familiar, nourishing, and chaotic
summer-novak
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
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