Samuel Brzeski
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Has anyone ever cried anything other than tears?
Head tilt left
Freshly cut glass
The density of bone in my brow
Time tapers to a point
Words which touch each other in strange places
Folding them in like a pop up book, seeming to crush the characters inside
Within our own skins
Three blue rooms
Walking hitting dragging singing walking holding
Wait
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Has anyone ever cried anything other than tears?
Head tilt left
Freshly cut glass
The density of bone in my brow
Time tapers to a point
Words which touch each other in strange places
Folding them in like a pop up book, seeming to crush the characters inside
Within our own skins
Three blue rooms
Walking hitting dragging singing walking holding
Wait
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TEXSTgroup
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Info
Contact
studio@samuelbrzeski.com
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Has anyone ever cried anything other than tears?
Head tilt left
Freshly cut glass
The density of bone in my brow
Time tapers to a point
Words which touch each other in strange places
Folding them in like a pop up book, seeming to crush the characters inside
Within our own skins
Three blue rooms
Walking hitting dragging singing walking holding
Wait
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TEXSTgroup
—
Info
Contact
