abstract · Digital drawing · doodle · Emotional warfare · free verse · Life · meloncholia · poetry

b2.ii

X phacks.

๐Ÿ—กโš”๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ”‹

What did my hands hear where the eyes did handle all of these?

When does my ear shut and why must my feet love this hobbit hole in which I am in?

How am I going to handle all of the answers even my heart does mind all of the motions,

and the feelings of all moments passes,

Only the love of a stranger ever grace,

all of this shit,

that I muster.

๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿคฏ

ยฉO.a.M

ยฎArtsydhude 95-19

โ„ขXhenoPagz

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