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Teachers to the Dead While we slept,Teachers to the Dead by *nonamepsalmist
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like ‘this one belongs to me.’ Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
downward motion.
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know they’re dead. It’s
always a blow when we break the news.
They f
Sta.sh
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BASISTKA PHOTOGRAPHY [link]
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in our life there are only a few things that we realy possess: our body our passions our dreams and our emotions [link]
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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art." - Leonardo da Vinci
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Violator3 - Analog? Mmmh... it's better than digital.
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-I entreat you, my dear friends, while you are still young, to make yourselves masters of the profession you have chosen.-
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~~ Jan
walks the wrong pathways.
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Blind in safety and leafy in love.
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Violator3 - Analog? Mmmh... it's better than digital.
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show me how you hug the World ...
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