WOMEN IN RED
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WOMEN IN RED
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Spray-Mixtechnique on chipboard
39,37 Inch x 31,49 Inch             Â
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We were whispering poems in our souls
While we were drifting apart
Tightly hugging while we were falling
Down, down a little piece of our way
Sweat sticky blasphemy
A dying goddess
Obscene and exciting in her mad elegance
Bitter sweet our golden shame
I was howling with the devil – I believe I made him cry
I left him alone – I think she wants to die
I was howling with the devil – I believe I made him laugh
He left me alone – and took her away
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