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Romain FOR ALL WE KNOW 2021

May 11, 2021 | Leave a Comment

A poem is written repeated in shades of ping white black and ruqouis on a background of swirls of brilliant red. One part reads: This may only be a dream, we come and go, like the ripples on a stream, so hold me tight, moorrow was meant for some, tomorrow may never come, for all we know.

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