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Painters hands always so messy oiled up reek of turpentine smoke moonshine Alizarin crimson streaks lamp black roots their faces gesso'd to unreality they fan brushes broken canvases filled to their brim much as poets who reek of one day's and starlights mountain peaks they haven't seen Martini's black in white spaces, coats waiting to attack, tie up. With dried up pens, filled notebook paper.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
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Painters hands always so messy oiled up reek of turpentine smoke moonshine Alizarin crimson streaks lamp black roots their faces gesso'd to unreality they fan brushes broken canvases filled to their brim much as poets who reek of one day's and starlights mountain peaks they haven't seen Martini's black in white spaces, coats waiting to attack, tie up. With dried up pens, filled notebook paper.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
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