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Look Closer

Her shadowcalled lips bear the stitches of past love– Kiss at your own risk.

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Diane Arbus

The camera, doesn’t revolt upon you, per se, but its mirror, when reversed, convicts an image which forges your name, if not your identity.     (Photo by Allan Arbus)

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