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![]() threading lies in the dark Shedding skin more skin, exhausting a book the weavers, those with inflammation or disease of the breast, sent to my father, patron of Edessa Cairo architects construction workers aside: sometimes a prisoner even pyrotechnicians. dead leaves, a dirty dig truth never whispers. I sank my teeth into the flaking stucco, salt crumbled undressed house. elimae 2006:11 Fuji NPS160 YashicaD Posted by alek on 06/28/2008 Archives: yashica-D, all, mediumformat |
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