Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Back and Forth
Constant
Light everywhere
A constant stream of noise
Skin is peeled off
There's no grip, I cant cling onto you
Fill, fill, refilled
Longing for what
Expanding thoughts
Exit lights direct us
The packets are empty
Fleeting
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Amy Marie
February 22, 2012 at 11:28 PM
ahhh i am obsessed with self-portraits. this is great
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ahhh i am obsessed with self-portraits. this is great
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