Re: first picture promptA Poem by loading...Through her eyes The aurora dripped Forming tiny puddles on the floor Rivers of hue that flooded away, Of what she was Of what she had been Of what she had seen, Heard and touched. Of what she had inside Until there was nothing left Of an existence paper thin But apathy But gray © 2012 loading...Author's Note
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StatsAuthorloading...that place around the street corner from that guy., NYAboutYoung hopeless killjoy with an appetite for song. Complete slacker. Spends most of my time daydreaming, rping, playing guitar, drawing. taste for gore. more..Writing
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