Digital drawing · Mixed media · poetry


Diem libris.

. . .

Index me the age where all of my belongings,

list me all of those cutie-pies I swear,

if had the chance would’ve french my way into their eyes.

Dreams past and gone would have been,

Ambition was not mine to begin.

Love me a line of grey tones to azure skies.


my dream of mine is none.

I alone want my beloved light,

of the silliness of hers,

to be there for her:




®Artsydhude 97-19


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