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A Tercet, a Couplet, and a Miscellaneous Bag walk into a bar....

Part Two My Goons!
A continuation of my home through the lens of my phone.
Unedited unfortunately again.


INSOMNIAC'S DREAM: A TERCET

Birth of Venus

Creation of Adam

Power of Death
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A COUPLET 
from my poem "An Exercise in Equal Breathing"

upon release:

"no. take it. it is not mine"
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MISCELLANEOUS PHOTOS THAT HAVE NO PARTICULAR SET GROUP
Warm Glow

Just Dance

 In the Kitchen

Silhouette Gamer 

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  1. Ashley StasikMay 8, 2020 at 5:34:00 PM EDT

    the composition you created in "warm glow" really sticks with me. theres not too much information or too little, I love it. I would also love to read the poem that goes along with your couplet, those two photos together really speak to me.

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