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The fuelte of blood
"Sometimes it seems to me that the blood is pouring out of me like a fountain of rhythmic sobs I make it flow with a long murmur, and I feel myself in vain to find the wound. 
Throughout the city, like a fence, it spreads turning the tiles into islands, quenching the thirst of all creatures and staining nature everywhere "
                           The source of blood. The Flowers of Evil "Baudelaire
Methacrylate box of 25cm x 24 cm x 35.5 cm x 0.5 cm. Water Pump. Red aniline liquid. Screen-printed cover with the image of a hand
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