Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied
Embracing us over autumn's proud treetops
I stand motionless
In a parade of falling rain
Your voice I cannot hear
As I am falling again
Devotion eludes
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes I am standing without a soul
She wept and whispered: "I know..."
We walked into the night
Am I to bid you farewell?
Why can't you see that I try
When every tear I shed
Is for you...?











How are you?
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"HOW THE FUCK DOYOU GARGLE ?! "
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Artists unite against the proposed Orphan Works legislation which could make it legal for others to use your artwork for profit. More info at [link]
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I'm currently cleaning out my message center. That involves replying to all the comments, so if the above is way late, I apologize!
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watch things come to life...
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My latest piece
A different Look At Israel
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