Thursday, 9 December 2010

Ring-ing the addiction bell

My rings' bacchanalia.
Finger girdles? They never prison a free soul.
I am naked without them, the sound holes of an ingenue heart bit.
Like the circled souterrain with these secret and safe paths. If i could, i'd wear them all inside out.


2 comments:

Flor Y. said...

wow! all those rings! love them!

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