Cold and dry. And skin deep bitterness.
It stings and hurts.
Excuse me. But it will go away.
This is a tragedy of a moment.
These boundless consistencies only haunt.
It is a bad stomach ache.
Stick your finger down your throat
And it all goes away.
the only thing that shines is chaos.
(Photo: Away, digital output, 2008)
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