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Etchings
I must have been
Written in pencil
Somewhere on your surface
The depths of you
Reserved for someone else
I lift, flake
And am gone
With one quick breath
Soft and bruised
I linger
My shell translucent
And you are
For all the world to see
Carved in my bones
-Patricia DeGenaro

( me and kyle summer 2005 after a camping trip with a bunch of friends)

In an Artist's Studio

One face looks out from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
A saint, an angel—every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
No as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
Christina Rossetti (1830–1894)



You Are Trinity
"Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again."
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