FAITH IN THIS THING WE CALL ART
Monday, 29 August 2011
Portraits of you in pieces and destroyed ( that doesn't exist anymore)
The memories are not intact. The dissection apparent. Lobotomy of the part of my mind that was with you. it doesn't matter anymore. The purpose of the portrait is complete.
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