

Season of AbsenceAnd I wait for you in blossoms, to unfold and revealSeason of Absence
Vulnerable inner workings, Where rain and sunlight steal Away, where I can see a dusting of pollen, gold Crumbling into memory Onto fingertips falling, cold. I long for you in the warmth of the sun, lain Across a swarthy stone And every cloud above self-same Too white, and in my eyes, too blind to see The earth below The dried grass and broken tree. So I live on without you, beneath the turning leaves And the earth prepares for sleep I experience a sieve Fading through my hands though I would have bro
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My Art: [link]
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At spes non fracta.
I'm doing commissions now!
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If you like photos of "industrial/construction decadence" like the bed, go to this link [link] and look to other photos similar to that.
Thanx again, cheers!
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"Just a bored kid that love to play with computer..."
"Il solito ragazzino che si diverte col computer..."
... laugh well who laugh last.
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nice stories (:
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nurses, maids and cats were all made to be turned into fetishes
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we've hit rock bottom. It can only go up from now .
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