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Feb 2019
Of all the art in the world
Nothing compared to you
I sold my soul looking for the paints you used
Yet in the end it was just as well
I was nothing but charcoal whereas you were pastel
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  24/F/The Enterprise
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