Categories poetry Short Stories Uncategorized because of basquiat Post author By aayoung Post date September 5, 2012 No Comments on because of basquiat the film stops suddenly on the frame of self portrait with suzanne and all i can see is the crown drawn on your reaching hand miles are silenced in that moment when i decide that i don’t want to see more if i must do it without you Share this:FacebookLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrEmailRedditTwitterPinterestPrintLike Loading... Related Tags Jean-Michel Basquiat, love, Painting, poetry ← fortune telling → downtown Leave a ReplyCancel reply