In the canvas of art, a male Venus stands,
With pale skin and raven hair, anger in his hands,
His feet, one of hand and one of AI,
A sight to behold, impossible to deny.
On the right, a figure invisible to the eye,
In a dress of wild patterns, vibrant and spry,
While on the left, two men look on in surprise,
Their eyes transfixed, as if under a guise.
This masterpiece of contrasts and mystery,
A reflection of life, with its chaos and history,
A symbol of the unseen and unknown,
In every brushstroke, a story is shown.
A male Venus, a sight so rare,
A true masterpiece, beyond compare,
An enigma, a puzzle, an artwork to explore,
A journey through the unknown, forevermore.
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