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Sep 2020
The thing about being an artist.

People only look at the finished work.

Not at the soiled hands which made it.
You don't know how low I went,
to write something deep

You don't know the things I had to do,
To find my material

You don't know how I broke my hands,
to create the art before you
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Maja  15/F
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     Cassandra Stevenson, Junior McIntyre and F
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