"The injured hand in a circle is its existence, an ocean of uncertainties, at the edge, his pupil , into nothingness, a journey through the night snorkeling.
Who to give the syllable in the days naked and fragile, breathing clears the doors, dark face, sad yesterdays, they spike words throughout the book.
The body leaves, bright eyes, blue sky in the flesh is a written record, an air sign, word for word on the transient ramp winter.
In all, she brushes the dark lines: the poetry she die? The writing shines in the darkness of his falling out with his loss, snorkeling at the bottom of the page.
words, in the way of water lines along specific phrases, children, angels of salt nights wear necklaces, pearls of vowels, consonants and voice discussions. "
(Painting: Resurgence / maria-d)
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