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melodramatic voices echo through my head, liquefy out my lips, and pool at the curve of my palm. sometimes the voices get too much. so i smear them unto paper and call them art.
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
infinite paint; finite paper
melodramatic voices echo through my head, liquefy out my lips, and pool at the curve of my palm. sometimes the voices get too much. so i smear them unto paper and call them art.
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dismal-lips
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dismal-lips
19/F/PH
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
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