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a poet reading a book on a mountain, words are the scream of silence [Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud est un poète français ]

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

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a poet reading a book on a mountain, words are the scream of silence [Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud est un poète français ]
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