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unholy son
He was the unholy son, he walked by the forest only in the midnights, he talked to the night animals and danced with the spirits, his breath was pure fire and his voice melted the wind, the stones sang in ode to him, the flowers get out the soil and mad him a path, the deep-sea fishs floated without caring with the oxygen so powerful was his presence, he smelled of death, roses, iron and parfum...how powerful was his presence, since I saw him I couldn´t sleep.
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Seus desenhos são bem legais, eles me lembram muito Basquiat. Seu traço é bem forte e marcante (=
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Oi Beatriz, muito obrigado de coração, o Basquiat é uma grande referência pra mim e me sinto extremamente honrado com essa menção haha, abraços e beijos!!1
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