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Here Lies Ave


How can I help my friends who were victims of Cradling Graves.

The birthplace of their demise.

These corners are all too familiar 

Sunbleached comforts of the life left behind.

This has become the way to die over here.

Memorials seem to sprout like pale fungus growing after the life water of a friend has spilled.

But they tell me they’re at peace now, but I don’t know what to think.

Innocence swims away from the trapped house. Memories of what is wrong is what I see everyday here on HERE LiES AVE.

Here Lies Ave by iBOMS

  • Measurements: 26" x 38"

    Technique: Enamel Paint & Mixed Media on Board

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