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Gentle Madness

in our nest of art it is all fancy we embrace; it is also false reality that huge hug with insane society her gross ineptitude & multiple symbols of gentle madness the eagle soars above it all; & flies to the limitless origins.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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