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A fancy sign and open door, Is the entry where I found you. Leaving me wanting more, Eyes fixed to you like glue.   See, I dabble in the arts myself, Though I haven’t had the time.
Tall, stone and gray, We walk into the dull box-shaped building. Inside looks the same. Where is the color? Where is the art?   A sign reads “Monet”.
They asked her to strip bare, to expose herself to ongoing art connoisseurs,
I wanted them to see me as art to stand in awe and marvel at the thought that such beauty existed but i am not a monet i am not a picasso and as they realized that
“somewhere, there is a museum of unfinished surgeries.” – Dylan GarityI. the man who runs this place wears blue Nikes.he keeps them clean for the most part, aside
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