Saturday, February 16, 2008

Incurable Gallery Comments

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In this night the subtle stabs impermanence:
Her lips down open,
They wear blue foreboding:
In the morning, they may speak whispers to inspectors:
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

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