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You Artists

You, an invisible artist leaning on the interest of public interest, steep your work into a black pool called "cosmofunnel.com". You, an untested soul whose true worth may never be known because the world cannot quantify your mind. Your heart. Your fingertips touch my fingertips, which touch her fingertips, which touch his fingertips and surely we are all very near, dipping our selves into the ocean that is everthing we are not individually. These waters get blacker. every. minute. There is substance here. There is lifeblood here. Thank you for giving us you.

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