knock me down
with a feather
I dare you
my heart wears
boxing gloves
my feet dance
like a woman
who knows the score
knock me down
with a feather
don’t spare me
all the love you bring me
will just bring me more
nyc 8.2.13
monoprint nyc
“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.” ― Marcel Proust
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