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Jan 2017
You're a stumbling fumbling child
with pretty words lacking context
and an pretty face lacking depth.
You hold your head high as you
spout loudly with an air of intellect
that would only fool those without
such an inclination.

Its a good thing you're pretty.
Judgmental and rude but isn't that what art is all about?
CastorPolydeuces
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CastorPolydeuces  Montana
(Montana)   
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