Chels


a frozen floorMy back arched on the pitiless cold floor My rib cage is invaded and frozen with the memories of familiesa frozen floor
And the pain of a virus
As I lay arched on the colorless ice Eyes torn and heart hypnotized I see a reflection of flush skin
I see reflections of familiar eyes, Large, luminous, sensitive eyes,
These eyes haunt me with such a grace Tantalizing, lustful, oh, these eyes! They tease me without refraction! Now, now I see the brush strokes of hair, The vicious exertion an artist creates
Of the most delicate colors of brown,
And the texture of smooth, &nbs
hope all is well.
i would love for you to join us for
sketch club this week.
lmk
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Interesting concept
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If at first you don't succeed - Skydiving is not for you
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for all the things you've said to me.. you can kiss my ass.
I HAVE A LIGHT-SABER!
..Pay me homage in angel's tears..
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for all the things you've said to me.. you can kiss my ass.
I HAVE A LIGHT-SABER!
..Pay me homage in angel's tears..
Oh, welcome back to DA, then.
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