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I have never aspired to "art". But this passion tempts that word. L'Inspiration: she was poetry in motion, a sad song, to which I dared dance. A ghost lingers, the muse returns to gift me with this beautiful pain.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
la douleur exquise d'inspiration
I have never aspired to "art". But this passion tempts that word. L'Inspiration: she was poetry in motion, a sad song, to which I dared dance. A ghost lingers, the muse returns to gift me with this beautiful pain.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
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