The underground’s entrance is a clown’s mouth Amelia thought of the path she used to walk eternal afternoons blissy oblivion shiny silence Then came the fall –she whispered — & death Mysterious smile Two days ago she longed for that…
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Who are you?
I saw you in the front cover of a magazine and wondered who you are Your photographer’s name is mentioned in an article signed with its author’s name Your photo is there the camera’s brand the lens aperture light conditions all is clearly detailed You remain…