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| Ariadani |
when my sister asked for a black sharpie iknew not what she would do with it would she write herself a note? would she scribble somthing out? would she trace the outline of a leaf? i turned, and looked and there, on a cardboard box, two eyes had been drawn above the squiggle that was now a mouth. "the box needed to be happy." |
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| -{::EphemeralArcs::}- | the imagination of fantasy silencing trangressions outward, in the darkness there is light, and light in the darkness. But, the woes of my feelings and image(nations) always stand high from thee. | 020318 |