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Immune to the depravity. Enslaved to the creativity. A weaken soul, to the artist brush. A becon of burning coals, in the artisans stove. Two sides of the same coin. We are writers. We are painters. We are smelters. We are dancers. We are singers. We are art. We are, us.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
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Immune to the depravity. Enslaved to the creativity. A weaken soul, to the artist brush. A becon of burning coals, in the artisans stove. Two sides of the same coin. We are writers. We are painters. We are smelters. We are dancers. We are singers. We are art. We are, us.
Nickel
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
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