By definition art is painBut who is the pain the is devoured by artThe suffocation of nothing The cross that wasn't seenStarving for loveAnd the creator of hell was a nameBut the location was my walk The path was sold even on sandMy name was empty and everywhereMy love was vacant for roman..
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