
As the title implies, the third or forth product of my junkyard obsession.
I was swinging for something innocent, maybe even cute or vulnerable. Composed partially of self-reflections, references to a D&D character, and the sort of things I see in kids.
I was swinging for something innocent, maybe even cute or vulnerable. Composed partially of self-reflections, references to a D&D character, and the sort of things I see in kids.
Category Poetry / Abstract
Species Opossum
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 4.1 kB
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