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Love; no pink words can slip over our bitter tongues and bones.
Love; no midnight ships can sail across our stubborn head and lungs.
And clocks trips and tick. Shake off outlaw skins and shout sweet or stick.
Love, you never believed in holding one-stand smiles to stay.
Love; No waiting. For less-walked walls keep standing. Not fading.

Spray paint on canvas 450x200cm
Words by Elizabeth Stefanidi (