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Van Gogh

Drag on, drag on:

almost all of life,

of existence plush,

while the hush of

death drags on to

surpass impress experience,

to proclaim attain nobility,

to be simply convincingly

honest:  Vincent, you never

neared happiness, reduced

to a sexual urge for some

landlady's daughter:  a

religious spiritual sexuality

only Gauguin could understand:

while existence drags on, drags on.
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