

FaithShoot through my mind with, With ice of last summer, The ice grows... Paint your name with, The knife and the needle, The blood stalls... Calling to your god, My art form, Gave to you. And I paint like Dali, He sings of the snake And you..Faith


Second HeartSlowly, slowly, If sound could glow, Waves fly green and blue Thicker, faster, oscillating... Flare, a paroxysm of light and movement Bodies shedding boundaries, inert affectations. The ripples search faster, louder, Feel them in your chest,Second Heart
They tear your clothes, pulsate your eardrums.
And when they've gone,
The second heart remains, Heavy.
your little pictures are fabulous!
specially "rubbish"
i love!
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
welldone!
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