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It fascinates me, each time I dissect my thoughts, to discover, as if I didn't know,  how my reflexes have voluntarily devoted their earnings, to the infatuation of observing,  Each day, how that which is living,  ("fantasize's" about your auction) craves your presence, my piece of art.
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Priceless Portrait.
It fascinates me, each time I dissect my thoughts, to discover, as if I didn't know,  how my reflexes have voluntarily devoted their earnings, to the infatuation of observing,  Each day, how that which is living,  ("fantasize's" about your auction) craves your presence, my piece of art.
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
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