Future
Coalwho breaks their back, and lines their cage with glass to hold their power? Like a quietCoal
finch, tar-covered and hunched over its child, murmuring a gentle salve.
we wrench as a reed in the flow of a mighty wind, that crushes our chests and snaps our legs. We hold our liquid hearts in the fleshy sieves of our cupped hands.
Mercury slides down the plateau of the cheek I burn, I sizz
Persephone
whut whut?
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I can't think of anything clever to say right now, raincheck?
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生きている証を 時代に打ち付けろ
貧弱な魂で 悪あがきしながら
tis me! vani
i shall add u
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..thats what she said
thanks, i love your paintings too. widder would be proud (:
xx
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You know it's special when it divides your life into before and after
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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