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Why can't I choose
Anyone else over my motives?
And why can't I do
Anything else but cause damage to the
Lens becomes the eye
Reading every
Line is etched away into a narrow scalene triangle
Bone is etched away over the gray-smeared gesso bed
Is made



Авторы: Jack Hubbell


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