It is odd to stare at a frozen face for an hour or a day and smudge away each and every flaw until the face is honest and bright a song of youth and of knowledge keen eyes in black and white suitable for the masses the flickering clicks and dabs years of torment shuttered nicely the ink jets paint only what they see red eye covered by a dark black dot
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