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Art is a hell of a ******* drug, I tell you it surreptitiously creeps into you in a way that is utterly indecipherable, and lures you deep; deep into it as the void above... For the eye loves what it sees, and what's been seen by the eye is rather fascinating to the soul, Amidst all these Overwhelming emotions, a harmonic converge between the eye and the soul is created, Fostering a sui generis ecstatic rhapsody!
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
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Art is a hell of a ******* drug, I tell you it surreptitiously creeps into you in a way that is utterly indecipherable, and lures you deep; deep into it as the void above... For the eye loves what it sees, and what's been seen by the eye is rather fascinating to the soul, Amidst all these Overwhelming emotions, a harmonic converge between the eye and the soul is created, Fostering a sui generis ecstatic rhapsody!
Tashielle
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
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