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IF YOU COULD SPEAK OF NEW ART!
IF ONLY IT COULD!
DEAD TIME! THE HANDS OF DEALERS shake WARNINGS. Incensing ARTISTS, THE ONE THAT SHOULD BRING THE RECEIVING THE INCENSE.
CAIN AND DOWN THE SMOKE HAS THE WORD. ALL dries. HAVE FEAR OF DEATH. CLOSE THE BIRD CAGE IN BLUE. AND HE BECOMES A GREY SPARROW. Art galleries, DEPOSITS OF PAINTINGS, STORES WHERE YOU RETAIN BLANK SHELLS. SMELL OF MOLD, ODOR OF DEATH. THERE ARE STILL LOOKING FORWARD FOR EYES, ALL LOOK BACK.> DIALOGUES WITH THE ANGEL-GITTA MALLASZ
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