As time....bends
as always it is time that bends, upwards arms pulling skyward to larks in a darkened tree a red stiletto with merciless heel pressing deep into the esophagus of hollowed dreams squeezing golden squares of light, of life out of me..
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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