For Fassbender & Mellon Collie (2021)
Photos by Chris
Design and writings by me
Her feet, light, she flew because her hands were undyed
From the never-ending above, vast and wide
Dusty hands
She stroked a gloom
High she was, it made her cry
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A misdeed, a fault
Just to co-exist alongside yours
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Why does the meter run
When it shouldn’t matter
I’d make my own sphere
So we will never know poor