Posted by PrachyaReview | Feb 10, 2018 | Photo Story |
Humans are meant to move. To be more specific, existence of life means body movement. Every living being, seen or unseen is in movement. As a human, our body contributes to our life through movements of eyes, hands, legs, etc....
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Dirty Laundry In the tub another scent falls. I have to keep your coveralls Separate from my undies, To not mix sharp with ivories. Yesterday folds flat unflattered. Today is still unhampered. A pocket kept key is a find,...
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Incarnadine Have you ever held up a flashlight Behind the webbing in your fingers Seen the light come through Like looking into your bloody flesh? I once opened my knee with a machete But it was white and yellow inside...
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Aphrodite 2017 The stylish haircut rests on a searching teen-aged face: freckled nose, pale grey eyes, cropped hair colored magenta. The absence of arms is arresting. Prostheses fit to nubs of flesh – when clothed, they...
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Crank shrapnels I found this song in the middle of dark places and piercing catchwords, formaldehyde air and an unplaced Requiem that wears a rhythm that resemble me so much – This song was sang in a distant place...
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