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Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.

-Willem De Kooning

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Man's Own Form In

Willem De Kooning

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Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.

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