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My Limbs Were Decor for You

This is a story of a girl that is trying to love someone less. She is picking up stray pieces of him in every dream she has. They were all about you – She is trapped in one low, heart-shaped globe. The ending is a feeling of nostalgia for her; encapsulated all in a sort of melancholic madness.

“The truth is this:
  Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.”

Photographer – Rebekah Campbell (Instagram)
Stylist – Sam Bates
Model – Elena Trajanovska at SUPREME

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