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I make art; Portraits piled On portraits- My body covered in paint. My work hangs on the Walls And often rests In the trash. There is something beautiful In a picture- But like beauty It meets no means, And will leave me Trembling In its Dust.
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
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I make art; Portraits piled On portraits- My body covered in paint. My work hangs on the Walls And often rests In the trash. There is something beautiful In a picture- But like beauty It meets no means, And will leave me Trembling In its Dust.
maddie-voigt
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
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