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The Painful Damp Scent of Absence

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Can one smell the scent of reflection? An experimental opportunity to challenge one’s perception; attempting to stimulate a mixture of senses and emotions evoking a psychological response that question the everyday choices we make

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The Bitter Taste of Dry Pungent Cruelty

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Can one taste the flavor of restoration? Giving a voice to those who are often unheard and how the fragmentation of the mind can be pieced back together perhaps like the notion of piñatas by constructing by deconstructing

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The Cold Touch of Vacuum Sucking out all Good

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As we live in an uncertain world, there is a probability that at some point in our lives, we have felt insignificant, invisible, or unspoken of. There is a deep pain that is attached with being misunderstood, forgotten, and taken advantage of, and a sense of jarring awareness when we are stripped of our personhood or our identity. This could also be true of the very place we call home; our ecosystems

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The Screeching Sound of Thrusts

Prodding, Poking

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Hear the voice .. tell the complicated stories; to not be silent about many injustices happening in the world

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The Brutal Sight of Darkness

Broken Fragments of Reality

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What does a piñata sound like?

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The Dirt Still Remains

Broken Pieces

Wasted and spoiled

Decomposing

It still breathes

Attempts to feed

Giving aid to the bottom feeders

What of Us

The Rotten Bunch

Stomped On

Dehumanized

Forgotten

Browning as Our Skin Wrinkles

Marked

A Void Lingers

The Thoughts and Memories

Buried There

The Senses Taken

Blue Veins like Uprooted Trees

They Attempt to Rise

Trying to Cleanse

As the Senses Return

Yet the Dirt Still Remains

Yes, the Dirt Still Remains