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Barely More the more I scribble words the more I gaze ....at life photography paintings clouds curves precious hearts old thoughts young desires dead waltzes the softer I become beauty discovered a blind eye at dawn we are all one nothing should divide the utopia of my illusions flirting ah but in the dark clouds of Russian winter when hate begins to rise up the bear awakes I, a bear take heed springtime awakens I will devour all of you who dare spit venom then I shall devour love itself as she gazes my way at art