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Feb 2016
The Suntoucher.

The surface was Artic cold it froze up her soul. Its remarkable. How can the sun be this cold?

Things are not always the way they seem.

To torment a woman with false hope is to basically leave her stuck in a dream..

I pity those who use love to raise their self esteem.

I told my wife to never depend on me for she can conquer it all...

and I'll never depend on her for she is not the reason for this ART.

She understands this for we are both rationalists.....



She is being reaped and sow at the same time.


For we represent TIME. I play the sun and she plays the moon.

Together we form the sky.
Ahchosi Grandiose
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Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
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