Winter be kind,
my throat's all out of time.
The clock has fallen off the wall,
the ceiling collapsed & I feel
so small. The scratching eased,
the wounds halfway healed,
but they're rapping for more,
melting, sliding,
slipping beneath the door.
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| Fiamma ~2008 |
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| Untitled Jorinde Voigt |
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| Auckland 2005 self |
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| Idris Khan |
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| 2007 Jenna Genio |
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| 2007 |
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| Idris Khan |
Softly The Water Flows Through My Mind
jamespants
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