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Feb 28
It’s a miserable truth
To know everything is borne
On the mind’s river
Inert pictures, sterile frames
Loveless leaves, idle mountains
The beauty is the eye
And if the eye holds no lustre
The soul will wither
In place of the mind
Which birthed it all the same
In a one-sided frame
Derrek Faraday
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Derrek Faraday  18/M/A Heironymous Bosch piece
(18/M/A Heironymous Bosch piece)   
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