OFFALS IN THE SUN: Photo Essay By Dami Lare
I grew up in a town so uptight and woven against itself from afar and standing upon a precipice you would misjudge it
I grew up in a town so uptight and woven against itself from afar and standing upon a precipice you would misjudge it
LISTEN Wait… The young man Inside his grave there Is muttering, Just listen… SECRET Right here is where I let my heart
Dear Why wait So long for Who may never half The attributes of your desires, Which you build in your head? I am