| This is the first time I ever attempted to sketch something in charcoal. |


She DreamsIn her sleep sheShe Dreams
dreams. In her sleep she
remembers.
A name with no match, floats on the breeze, lost; like a carrier pigeon with nowhere to land.
A name with no match, it is whispered, empty, hallow; a shell of a name really nothing at all.
Memories of someone long dead or forgotten, drift; Through parks and pulpits, cities and
sewers.
An old lady with pearls and a lemon glass
pill dish.
A six year old boy &nb


What Narcissus SawHe was nothing if not a beauty he was nothing if not a beauty nothing if not beautifulWhat Narcissus Saw
nothing at all.
He stopped by a stream thirst quenched he saw himself for the first time for the first time he saw the beauty.
For the first time he saw the nothing the nothing stared up smiled and sparkled winking in the light daring him to look.
See the nothing behind his baby cherub lips snow white skin deep sea eyes honeyed locks.
He was nothing if not a beauty he was nothing if not a beauty &nb
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Maldita la impotencia, la injusticia que vivimos!
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~No Time To Waste~
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"She turned me into a neut!" "A neut?" "I got better..."
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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"Graze on my lips, and if they be dry; stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." - William Shakespeare
Hi! It's Caitlyn ^^
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