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is it too much to ask if life starts with orange? or is it a premonition of something more? an intimation?
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blues in a red b flat
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when she lived in the mountains, from the balcony the last peak at sunset tippled pink, ice and glass became a passage through which she entered life
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don't look at midnight
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room canvas 2
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dusk's sudden canyons
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forgotten
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a slice of jupiter, lemon curd and licorice, yellow satin and pernod on ice, crossings
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tribute to andres serrano
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rocks and gates and cyber walls
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and water
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the white dress lost in the last quadrant in the second galaxy
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and through this?
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YSE # 21 ink-link
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magdalena as cleopatra 6
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5ive
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workmens' voices
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resurrection
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to the New Year for all my Flickr compadres in life!