Wednesday, October 17, 2007

After Brush Toothbrush Cleanser




















Egon Schiele - Four Trees, 1917


the Present beautiful trees in these four unfortunate necklines green roses melancholy.

For once, the gossip fold lids heavy as the sky.
Once,
contemplation for single action, the denial
for mere existence. Faith
next to one inescapable desire.

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