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| MONA THE STONE ENCASING MY BEAUTIFUL PICTURE OF BLACK IS STRONG IT BEARS HEAVY NAILS BARBS STRETCH THE FRONT TO KEEP GREEDY HANDS FROMTOUCHING THE STUBBORN CANVASS IT DOES NOT HANG THE WEIGHT IS TOO CUMBERSOME FOR ANY WALL THAT IT IS ASKED UPON YET YOU REACH FOR THE WIRE AND PRICK YOURSELF YOU PERSIST THE SHARPNESS SKINS YOUR HAND THEN YOU TUOCH IT LEAVING DROPS OFRED FLOWING DOWN ADDING COLOR TO THE SOLEMN BLACK, UNWITHERED PAINT |
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