Overcast Premonition.

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Abiding to not determine,
Is a compulsion that reserves light
As a tighter crevice torn to divide,
In which there it stays
And there we are consequence,
Of a history that would not decide.

Categories: Art, Drawing, illustration, Photography, Poem, Poetry, WritingTags: , , , , , , , , , ,

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