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A Secret Scene - Fake death
He was killed in her shell,
distress made her blind,
in the middle of the night.
Antique frame,
stale bread and
wine spread.
Crab is whirling
in washing machine,
like a dervish.
He was pretending
a fake death.
She was blamed
for something undone.
Their attitude forced her to grow up,
she was killed thousand times,
but no one knows.
What was the latest excuse?
Fog covers ice ground,
does spring over yet?
Designers gouache on Indian hand-made paper / 2008
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