Throat choked, sweat-soaked lines;
Fingers primed—fingers prising.
Primal sound: release.
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'Till Death We Do Art
There would be nothing divine in this world without art. Nature may surpass the divine to all intents and purposes, but like everything it absorbs and is absorbed by, it remains here, stuck on the surface of this world, ever-present, physically bound to the universe.
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