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Goldcat
A night-shrouded figure in paint. Again and again and never the same.
Something died within a soul Left the eyes to rust And every time it is recalled It covers all in dust
The world is going crazy and markets are hurting. But I've always said I'm playing the long game and I am continuing to explore the art that hopefully one day I will be known for.