y tu mama tambien

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i am the tide, rocking you forth, breaking from you as i struggle to keep all my reasons in my arms. i shut my eyes against the aching self that we've lost; my faint, whispering visitor, the bruises on my eyes that you've left remain, gently throbbing like the arching heat of summer. where are you.


















sculpture.
finished last night.
materials: cd's and a glue gun.




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