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| as above, so below still like the first traces of the lingering vapor, bleak the reality I came into, this founding all experience, of existence known cold, dark, hated and rejected the fruit of surviving resistance awful and complete the pain of being ancient, and still a neverending bleak reality, the vapor the only constant curling through it founding all experience, of existence known cold, dark, hated and rejected the fruit of surviving resistance awful and complete the pain of being the beginning, the end and in between double loaves of desolation intertwined and now, with my purpose done my last prayer, my only hope O G-d, bless my soul give me liberty, giving me death by the end of 34 and please, please, bring me home |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
| sitting figure @ Claudia Sassen; scarved woman @ Jeff Spirer; asylum bed @ Image Pure Gothic Photography |