CREATIVE

Disarmed
From this pure shore
Give pause, my girl, give pause.
Haikus
Haoma Suture
I am a model
I am mixed nerves
I have a knife
I surface blank
My horrid little orchid
Our Cold Fusion
So often my body goes forward...
StimulusResponse
Storming the Institution
The Death of Tension
The Model
The Object
The Resolution
There is a softness...
Ventilation
We hedge around the issue...
When possibilities seem endless
When I was your aggressor
With a grid of tile around me
You are a collision of horizontal lines
Your Ether
Your contempt descends on me
Your critical glare


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