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my immigration papers
Tom's Etching Studio, Hackney Wick, London, 19 february 2016
works
my immigration papers
not knowing the line
caput
her brain is a traveling white bullet
ladies paradise
death smells acacia
decaying melons
text, silence, spectacle
as a chance meeting between a cloud and a rubber stamp
on a cusp of land
i remember;
off the grid
sonnets of the subconscious
meeting in the forest
painting clubb
contact
conversations with memory
hear to see
la finestra baciata dalla lava
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