Monday, July 12, 2010

George Pitts. Brooklyn, NY


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  1. I like the window.
    Of course I like you in the image too, but the window is neat.\

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  2. Braids of hair, shades of cotton reflected upon a mirror cracked.
    Bespeckled drops of tear-dew fall
    softly upon the glass. The tears of the leaves mend not the object but the subject who is seen so un-defended. The tender tears melt into the refracted glass design, then softly fall upon the lady's shoulders becoming freckles of eternal love.

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