occulta in nocte

an editorial inspired loosely on a poem by Marc Mosko.

Hidden in night, the languid tear will come

Keeping watch, I am untouched, but soon I will begin to waste away

because of the hurtful sorrow

If only, wasted by fire, I could be purified, and

I could remove this feeling

Towards me, the shadow of love walks 

model: rebecca shugart @ wallflower management

stylist: lindsay gray

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