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Marcel Duchamp - Stripped Down Cigarette Tobacco draft
it's how we cast shadows
our scattered pieces that stick in your throat
or mellow you out on inhalation
but tell me, how gently will you hold me -
now I'm laid bare?
I don't know anymore
if I'm held together just by your glance
or the fact you deem I have value
I'd surely fall apart in anyone else's hands
left to my own devices I'd reimagine ruin
I can trace my shadow
but absent is the life line
yet you can tape your name anywhere
for value to exist
I'm nothing without being your concept
none should forget, before you peeled off my surface, I was already-made
every fibre and nuance in situ
comparisons of class, hold me back
for cigarette tobacco lacks much
yet still holds the power, regardless of whose hands in is in
I just await the fire to return
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Di11y Da11y
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