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She broke her beauty with her mind.

Broke it wide open with the power,
the terrible power,
of her mind.

I’ve flown through clouds,
descended from great heights,
to dive the depths of her blackened wells,
to swim into murky hollows
plumb the abysses
and bloody recesses
of the human heart.

From the bottom,
from the bottom,
from the bottom of my all-too-human heart.

Clip,
clip,
clip.

Cut inside the lines.

Glue,
paste,
stick.

Careful placement is the key.

Let these images lie.

2014.05.02 – 2023.11.21

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