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Paul Rousselle Jan 2011
Pleasure is the danger of art,
Its culmunation often mischannelled.

To lose oneself in art is pleasure
But therein lies its frightening danger —
To lose oneself and never come back.
Started off as a poem about food.
I think I'll have some génoise, now.

— The End —