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Exhibition
In the gallery of longing there’s no grand price
Your suffering has to wait in line
I purged myself of all the desire for a masterpiece
But my lines blurred and I wasn’t at peace
The punks stared at it and the long-necked classicals detested it
They murmured about the depravity
Of my 40 day fasting and morality
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