Digital collage printed on white glossy cardboard

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|THE POEM BEHIND IT|

+SET ME UP ON THOSE BOXES+
Or lean me against the wall. I’ll multiply by three all my sorrow. META crow of my wildest shadows, I dress with misery, thin glittery line from my left to your right. And you can imagine my Dr. Martens in your smile. I CROSS the overreaction; what about you clean up your marks? Curate your sounds? Pretend you even try? On my shoulders the vinyl cape, heavy nipples – ewww SACRILEGE! – it smells like sex /FETISH BABY/. The bricks and DEIN, itches Berghain’s piercing symphony. /ℭ.

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Dimensions42 × 0.5 × 47 cm

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