Alice LaComte:
Kinetic Nature of Desire with Local Clouds
Alice LaComte:
It was a mess, she left unpacked. Items unavailable and or couldn't be found. Not impressed.
Alice LaComte:
engraved in stone
Alice LaComte:
salva mea
Alice LaComte:
stolen possessions
Alice LaComte:
who we are and who we pretend to be
Alice LaComte:
undone bacon
Alice LaComte:
Closer than usual the clouds, They love each other over my shoulders And glide exhausted into the water.
