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Feb 2020
Abstract extracts have no story to tell
I have no feelings and art don't sell
A familiar emptiness; hunger, that I know too well
How can I be in the valley, if I never fell?

We're pretty much the same,
Divided across an axis
An object and its image with no name
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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