being a wiseacre; but I have
my sensitive side; along these
ribs have grazed the nails
that trimmed the christ. Of
course I’m exaggerating, we’re
separated by a few more
degrees than that; I have his
profile however, in the right
light that he’s always so
careful about, we could be
brothers, not a hair of
difference between us;
MOMA tried.
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