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Your hands so nice to use as brush... paintress of love
Authentic art... of caustic smell
Shaping strange mass on the walls... pretty nice canvas
No one of colours more you need ... b*** as paintbox
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Your fingers sticked | paint, paint | with warm faeces to make composition done
These gorgeous curves of smell | what a s*** image of a chiaroscuro c**?
Neverending perpetual excreted realism | I tell my story through these scrawls
I am the unique c*** mistress | of art c****** out from my bowels.

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One hand stroke | and cheerful fingerprint | finally I'll wash my hands from sin
Licking the stool and enjoying the taste, to make hands and everything clean
Finished picture full of life | decadent mirror of my very own mind
I am a real | a genial artist | miss paintress | of f****** faecal kind

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