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"Deer Mother, Dear" India inking on 110 lb cotton rag "Mistaken" gouache resist I'm 300 lb cotton rag

#robert smith #the cure

wait. what?

I need this on vinyl.

Supposedly, You have a piece missing. Hollowed out Round your solar plexus. An absence of sin. It lies silently In your chest, Crawling slowly Up your esophagus Waiting to expel itself in the form Of an answer To the question, Of “why?” I place my hand on The deflated tomb, While gravity pulls Yawn-water down into My ears. (Silence would be nice) But in my mind All the time I imagine carving into you, Seeds everywhere Sticking in my hair. Death makes you hard But I would never take advantage Of such a calamity. Instead, I gut the pillows And fill you up, Like the animal I sleep with at night.