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Last published Wed, Jun 17, 2020
Emerson Barrett lived in a small house with his mother and his two older brothers. Within that house he created a masterpiece. With just regular sharpies he managed to cover his entire bedroom and bathroom with art and poetry, expressing his consciousness. Not long after he had finished his family was evicted. The Day before they were forced to leave he took white paint and covered all of his work. Many years later, someone finds it.
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