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Sep 18
If our lives were captured in paintings,

each moment recorded in brush strokes

I would collect all of my

history into a warehouse,

set it on fire

and dance in the pyre's flames-

until everything

turned to ash.
Master's Apprentice
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     Valentine and Master's Apprentice
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