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There was a challenge on tumblr to make a poem about this print. This is my entry. The Blue Skull In the mud of a hollow well, my bones rotting lie in the darkness of the day Black bugs crawl through the digits of my toes digging holes in the place where flesh once lay … Continue reading →
Yellow Sunflowers. Others call them weeds, and yet, They brighten my day.
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