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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations
& other curiosities :: profile


01.10.21

I'm a small piece of driftwood. The pawprint left by a coyote. A gnawed bone. A murky color, nameless, not quite one or another. A worn tire hanging from a frayed rope.





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