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BRUTAL TENDERNESS
My. My. My.
Sweet Rose
You’ve Blackened my soul.
Obsession, repetition, possession.
Words that begin as affection gather weight. They linger. They claim.
Sprayed in blood red, the language stains rather than decorates. What appears romantic at first glance reveals something more unsettling.
CUT ME OPEN
Pushed beyond control, breaking through the cut to expose raw, restless energy.
LOVE SPILLED
An explosion of passion pushed to the point where beauty slips into chaos, lingering as a memory that never quite settles into love.
AFTER SUN
These pieces sit in the aftermath.
Sunflowers rendered heavy and imperfect, holding warmth alongside decline.
A Field Full of Secrets
Step through the field where the flowers bloom, in the shadow of what stays.
BLEEDING DRY
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