shepard fairey



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gustav dore

our boys

death and burial

wm

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Don’t Ask Me


existential questions. I don’t share that shit.
Your move, always. Not mine. I crawled to daylight
and lifting to the breeze headed in again,
which was where you found me, lamenting
nothing and none.


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