because i feel the feeling
of an incomplete inbetween
something rather forced,
but continually capable.
a throat closes in
as an emotion broils forth,
and there is the other,
and they were why
the throat closed in.
now
without shame
it's yelling out loud
on its bicycle
its connected to mainly,
its own brain.
now







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"Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light."
C.S. Lewis
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ItWasMeanToBe...^^
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I sleep, breath, and eat high fashion photography.
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Ange
hugs
p.s. i love emoticons!
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"I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake." Rene Descartes
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