current state · Digital drawing · Drawing/Sketch · Life · Line art · meloncholia · Personal · reflective

His-ther-yell, drakoi. . drakoinia

Be the illusion my friends.

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What else is there my homely Tituba,

What more can you say my little Abigail?

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Cry crucible my dear Miller.

Cry me a styx,

how long is this,

What do I owe from all these,

Only of  known sins of mine.

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Aloofed all day of rapture til on morrow;

On a word and with silence came a loving sweet smile

from a grey bearded one.

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You love your sorrow enough,

to be saved.

You can not be here anymore.

Come back to her.

She is Waiting.

The world is not yours,

It’s theirs.

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