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i'm no painted sculpture. i'm a black and white sketch in a museum of vibrant coloration. even when i'm the same shade as the celebrated painting, i feel like a scenario rather than art. i'm a giant piece of skin with a pinch of a heart and no true disposition. with only one or two veins and no reason to describe what i represent as artwork. because I don't know.
