Edvard Munch
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"From the channels of my heart
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"with icy draining looks
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"My body glows like desert sand
burned and charred

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"And the dry Sirocco of madness
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"rages and my blood flows"
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We didn't even know each other
and yet was it because

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she took my first kiss that she took
the fragrance of life from me?

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Was it because she lied, deceived
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that she suddenly took
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the scales from my eyes one day?
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There was to be no more painting interiors
now, people reading and knitting

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but living people who breathe,
feel, suffer and love.


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