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"Radiante"

2012

Printed on seasoned linen

44" x 66"

Something you quietly stole,
burning light
Flushed cheeks,
A crater of a smile
I am the scream that fears not
Once cursed, time runs out
Slipping through the fingers like silk
And I won't tell you how much I love you

And I proceed to break your world,
I am the relentless wind.
I don't care about tearing my nails, or losing my fingers.
I seek what was stolen from me
Among the flowers, among the birds.

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