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Human Art

I think that we as humans sometimes forget that we ourselves are exquisite. That so carefully crafted, we are the buried treasure that of an artful exposition, a creative catastrophe, an eclectic eruption. The depth of our deepest desires lies not in one another, but of the precise perception of our perfect paintings that make up God's picturesque personnel. 

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Tony Taylor

VERY creative EMILY!!.....I was completely engrossed as I read..... wondering where you were taking this......GOD!!......of course!!?......"...our perfect paintings that make up God's picturesque personnel ".......I love that line  ~ such elegant alliteration!!.......ALL STARS!!...... well done dear poet sister!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?☀✴♥✳?

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