Living in color,
momentary absence of grey-scale. Everything is illuminated, everything, for now. "Pick your favorite star", you say, mesmerized by you, I am, on the cold beach, we lay, on the cold beach, for now. Distance a virgin pain, attachment, just as well. A suppressed deja vu, False innocence, for now.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
February 2016
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