Boheme Ophelia


Consider a girl who keeps slipping off,
Arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance,
Into a spirit world speaking with the gift of tongues.

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There She Lies By Night and Day, A Magic Web With Colours Gray 

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Kwak Ji Young by J. Dukhwa
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Chloé Comme Parris
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Anastasiya Siyanina at Mark Fast Spring 2011
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