Sunday, April 5, 2009

Frozen Poetry


Oh my dearest. Even in death you stir my emotions. Even your carcass is a pure work of art! How do you do it? Tell me your secrets. What did you see? What did you hear? Such wonder. Such freedom.

Wish I had my real camera with me instead of my crappy iphone camera.
As you were... As you are.

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