Kasim: I can relate to this art . . .
Wan-Sze: Yeah. This is the way I feel just before dawn when it is time to wake up, but I am not quite ready.
Nadia: To me, it feels like my stomach after digesting too many polysaturated fats.
Will: Your imaginations are far too vivid.

Confession / Confesse / Confesi—n / GestŠndnis - a graphic poem by T Newfields

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