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Amongst a sea of strange intentions
I hope to pull my waist above the water
Drenced to the bone
My flesh cold and heavy
I drag my weathered soul across the sand

While shades of blue and silver dance
Synthesized into a metallic gravity
Spinning wildly and tigthly around light and dark
Lingering in my vision like spirits and spectres
Any degree of inebriation fails to erase the vicious truth from my mind
I am branded with the scar of what I used to be
Overwhelmed by a stigma that will not and cannot fade*

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I am an enigma. That’s right. Photographer, writer, musician, model, mother, wife, ruler of time and space...

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