Adam T. Bogar
The Four of Us
...seceded from paintings my love and I sank on a nearby bench next to a Buddha with no arms nor head and with minds filled with diverse sensations I indeed was incapable of uttering a single word and still while staring at ponds of locust petals outwards bursting out it came—
by maimed B u_d ha holding hands with my Love
.welcome is madnesS
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