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These two empty people are sitting in a room waiting for their fates to cross and hoping it be soon Washing off their faces replacing them with masks and saying that they see themselves to everyone who asks Catching all the sickness  from other people's hearts  then purging out their own disease by way of tainting art Everything they painted  has dried and turned to stone and soon their hands will harden too as bodies decompose  Making way for masses  to follow in their suit planting seeds that never grow or yield them any fruit These two empty people  are sitting in a room  waiting for their fuse to burn and magnify the fume
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
In a poorly ventilated room
These two empty people are sitting in a room waiting for their fates to cross and hoping it be soon Washing off their faces replacing them with masks and saying that they see themselves to everyone who asks Catching all the sickness  from other people's hearts  then purging out their own disease by way of tainting art Everything they painted  has dried and turned to stone and soon their hands will harden too as bodies decompose  Making way for masses  to follow in their suit planting seeds that never grow or yield them any fruit These two empty people  are sitting in a room  waiting for their fuse to burn and magnify the fume
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olga-valerevna
Ukrainian
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
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