MadnessA Poem by foxcryptids
Painted strokes
of gentle destruction winding and reaching toward creation. Desperation upon her brow and coal in her heart, the weight in her soul, a lover of the art. A vision but not alone, for deep down she knew this dream was not her own.
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Added on December 4, 2021 Last Updated on December 4, 2021 Author
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