Is’n los, Baby
As a mask, Baby is an extension, a hiding place, an extra-persona, an exorcism, anchor and guardian. We scare, we sing, we sicken, we heal. I think of Baby lovingly.
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Loops.mp4
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By now,
Baby’s clothes
don’t fit me
anymore
sample_plaid_eyen_ i will always love you.mp3
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