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| Retrospective I can feel my own brow tense as I watch her glinting eyes leaking life -living and being onto the knee-scraping streets; where her soles wear down, a pair a day, leaving soul upon the ground. Pressed down upon so heavily - we both are the subjects of gravity and her cold, it feels like mine when her tributaries bleed; converging together over desert where no ships are ever seen. |
Ink, watercolor and marker
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