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Book III – The Artist’s Kintsukuroi – 2:10

You feathered wings like he deflowered love: Dispassionate, cold, ugly as beauty, Beautiful as the burgeoning pustules Of salt-scented, red sea anemones Blossoming from an outcrop of rock. At night, walking back to the flat above Your studio, it was … Continue reading

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