The crumbs of love karen

Selfie

I'm back on the right foot in the lost shoe stakes

Lost lobe warmers

Sunday plans

I feel lonely

Lost glove season returns The two ends of the spectrum

I prefer to remember us a tangle of limbs

Two hearts karen

Hours stretch before me paralysis taking hold waiting for his call

Afterwards we will be more beautiful for having been broken

No meat on our bones but we had each other strung together with beads and leather

Where is my right hand when I need them

No longer care for his loneliness grew tired of digging scraping scratching bowing wailing at his wall

Someone else drowned in that lash wide stare, And me supposed to be ignorant, Or find it funny, or not to care

Let me be this unguarded always speaking without need of words

Deep within, now, under my skin You can't be erased

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love

A twin find today for a lucky Gemini. In almost mint condition for a couple of 50 odd year olds and I'm supporting my local antique book store and not Amazon....which always makes me happy. #adrianhenri

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