mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
what is grief?
it swells in my soul and i can not contain it. where does it come from? where does it go? i grieve.
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