Will I tack it to a wall in a makeshift frame?
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| Reservoir, late evening in July |
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Showing posts with label black. Show all posts
Monday, July 25, 2016
The Gold of Life
What will happen to my soul when you are gone?
Will I tack it to a wall in a makeshift frame?
Will I tack it to a wall in a makeshift frame?
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