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by stonechipper

C R C R O S S S S SO CROSS I COULD SPIT CHIPS, A LEG FELL OFF ‘MY SITTING MAN’ ALL THAT’S LEFT ARE BITS. SO LET THIS BE A MONUMENT TO A SCULPTOR’S SECRET DREAMS, WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A MASTERPIECE NOW LIES IN SMITHEREENS.

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Published: Apr 21, 2016
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