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Apr 2019
This morning You

were thought number two

I opened my view
along with that picture of you

I'm weary, so I'm glad my thoughts are few

...but they're
complicated


An open door
asks if I'm thinking

I don't want to admit it; I

...want to
stop


So I close the door

On those beautiful chapters two
in hopes of gaining you

I realize now it was a grand hope too. Too
Much
to pray for.
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//The majority of my works combine memories and feelings from personal experiences with a particular color or palette, generating an equally immersive art that is both nostalgic and visual.//
Sabrina Lark
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Sabrina Lark  25/F/Seattle, WA
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