Digital collage on white glossy cardboard
|THE POEM BEHIND IT|
Preaching the high touch, watching the temple hypnotic. Free us from the corrupting blink, trust us for what we feel. I’ll wrap my chains around fingers and neck because you asked for it. On my knees already, let me crawl away as I spit on every step towards Mercy. /ℭ.
|Dimensions||42 × 0.5 × 47 cm|