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I walked into an art museum
some pieces jumped out at me brilliant, vivid, full of color and life but I didn't get the real picture Some were twisted, abstract and while they were weird, I could feel their emotion Some I didn't like as much as the others yet they were still nice pieces And as I left the museum I thought it was still worth the trip and taking the time to give a look at everything
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