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Life Death Hope Loss A canvas of happiness and sorrow The Aesthetic of existing Beauty in the painting Admiring the painter Every stroke from birth to final light We wake the morning We die to the night Wherever we go The static plays a melody The sound of increasing pretense As the serpents die of their own poison Drink from their own goblets The play is over and the curtains close Thank you for coming We hope you enjoyed the show The Aesthetic
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
Aesthetic
Life Death Hope Loss A canvas of happiness and sorrow The Aesthetic of existing Beauty in the painting Admiring the painter Every stroke from birth to final light We wake the morning We die to the night Wherever we go The static plays a melody The sound of increasing pretense As the serpents die of their own poison Drink from their own goblets The play is over and the curtains close Thank you for coming We hope you enjoyed the show The Aesthetic
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
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