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Sometimes, we do not believe in the beauty we possess. We spin in circles trying to find beauty and all we find is endless hallways, tumbling down infinite stairs; kind of like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, but with stairs, gravity and bruises. We find our own kind of beauty, which is often obscure and strange.
Bare flesh stares back through mirror glass, saying: see the curves I've grown, see the straight lines I've lost. It murmurs, quietly: I am your map; see where you've been? And I know.
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WANTBUYHAVE
WANTBUYHAVE
WANTBUYHAVE
says the wall, stencil graffiti sprayed in the middle of the night, Beware Of The Walls speaks the paint.
I am a consumer. I do not deny this.
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Sometimes, we do not believe in the beauty we possess. We spin in circles trying to find beauty and all we find is endless hallways, tumbling down infinite stairs; kind of like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, but with stairs, gravity and bruises. We find our own kind of beauty, which is often obscure and strange.
Bare flesh stares back through mirror glass, saying: see the curves I've grown, see the straight lines I've lost. It murmurs, quietly: I am your map; see where you've been? And I know.
:
WANTBUYHAVE
WANTBUYHAVE
WANTBUYHAVE
says the wall, stencil graffiti sprayed in the middle of the night, Beware Of The Walls speaks the paint.
I am a consumer. I do not deny this.
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