Truth
Long exposure trees
and shadows
Freaky black things
Looking
Beautiful
diamonds against red and blue
green
dreams
I’m going back
pale
blue eyes
lies
Fires die
Once
Twice
smoke still fills my eyes
cough
cry
Live a perfect lie
avoid
truth
angel
They will not mold these
negros.
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Ellis Gibbs
Searching for thought. I make art to comfort myself and unnerve your soul.
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