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brink is there any way one could see without opening irises keep the desert as dark as the center hole manifests two owls on a tree purity and ebony silks are threaded an entangled mess wails ropes are pulled light air is suctioned sirens are bursting eyes are wide open
words by Prince Ric Emmanuel Paciente photos by Erika Testigo
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