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Dec 2013
The Mona Lisa assaults my brain,
Acrid perfume polluting my lungs.
Does the Mona Lisa not care if I die?
I see her chuckling,
Waggling her finger,
Saying with bitter ****,
"You'll never be in the Metropolitan Museum of Art."
also written in 8th grade.
Briar Rose
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Briar Rose  lower astral realm
(lower astral realm)   
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