paint splashed scattered. clay chunks stick to dry too-many-times-washed hands. take your photos out of here. i show only what i see with my minds eye. my hallowed space; no crontrol of yours is welcome here. you are my keeper elsewhere. canvas drop clothes rainbows left behind tokens of those sold for cash. this is my drug, my anti drug and here i am alone.
© 2001 Copyright Ditte Sayers
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