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| "Blasphemy in the archery that has pierced my heart As I count the blood stains while wailing alone Only finding white carpet and blood veins Find me and request me Swearing my tedious minutes to pining about death, love, and you So worried at night that you are a hallucination in my mind That transcends the beleaguer, potent, liquid dreamer that I am" 36"x48" |
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