Apr 4
No eyes to see the lies
Or ears to hear the truth
No mouth to speak
Or hands to make
No heart to beat its rhythm
Or feet to follow in time
No love to weep
Or soul to reap
Or ears to hear the truth
No mouth to speak
Or hands to make
No heart to beat its rhythm
Or feet to follow in time
No love to weep
Or soul to reap
An experiment with diptychs
(31/Gender Fluid/The Twilight Sky)
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