.with analog camera ( nikon n65-- tamron 28-200mm )
Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odors bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag. _________________________
i think darken the lightning a lil bit and it would be perfect~
thanks
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