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Cruel Beauty
The nature of paranoia feels persecuted by nature sees flowers gossiping their pistols pissing/hissing stamens wagging with stories about the outsider who turns away in tears malicious, vicious words...
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Pure Allure
Look into my eyes that tell no lies, do they not hypnotize? And my swirling coat of curls, is that not your unfurling? Simple and pure, though quite demure I am full of allure. And although pink of...
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A Microcosm of the Macrocosm
To see a cathedral in a flower, to be drunk with its nectar, under an opalescent sky. * “Infinity is our Home. We are just sojourning awhile in the caravanserai of the body.” ~ Paramahansa...
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The Cycle of Life
Youth unfolding in the bright sunlight blossoming in shade ‘tainted’ by age becoming fragile the delicacy of death From an old Dahlia series, attempting to show the robust beauty of new life as it...
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