not had i in a moment painted it.thought i could master the art of losing.not in a penny to give away my winnings, my sole beginnings, my memoirs, my charms, my smile, my palm, my back of my hand.my sunrise today and come back tommmmorow.my love making, my soul mate searching or the result of my heart break shakings
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