The soon-to-be ancestors
Of the masked generation
Tying,
Untying
The elastic loops every day,
Hearing the numbers
Increasing each day,
Sighing in despair
For the dear lives lost-
Find relief
in another day survived.
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Apologies for an unintentional fraud, for I am not a competent painter. After racking my brain for a good three hours, trying to find ... -
Oh, how far we've come searching for faith in a world on fire. Faith in our notions of our nations propaganda since the age of maps— div...
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Rewatching— Moving pictures of the ‘best’ of times Backlit by the fire we lit, Enormous and detailed Shadow-dancing on street walls And wh...