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reflection in an old mirror, my room in michigan.
lonely in gilded gold
i was terribly lonely in this picture. i love how the colors just happened to reflect that.
a poem: lonlieness, it
overtakes you.
steep cliff, nowhere to
turn.
lost forever.
a poem: lonlieness, it
overtakes you.
steep cliff, nowhere to
turn.
lost forever.
07 2002