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Should I see a transparent ghost
against the tangible backdrop
of oppression speaking freely
Dapwhere the reaper quests for peace
because death be most humane,
I shall not answer your call
though my heart may plead loudly
its voice shall be but drowned
in the liquid of my eyes.

I trust thee not lest I touch
and my touch produce results!
How shall I know thy name true?
For I hath cracked my door past.
Tempted to stand beside you
but hath found false hope, fading away.

(Neva Brooks)

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I am back from a longer time-off of releasing images. I've had some minor setbacks with myself (yeah, sounds silly, but I was doubting myself and my work). But as my exhibition went well a couple of days ago things are looking to change for the better.

What do you think?