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Beauty is in the Skin 2 years ago in Expressive
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The Mighty Thor 2 years ago in Pages
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April032 years ago in Dolls and Figures
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Melody PoemEverything seems to fall, to the ground, soft and hard.Melody Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strangled up in my feelings, I'm so confused, so confused.
I fall to the ground, on my knees.
These Tears I cry, fail my Heart.
Everytime I know to smile, its always fake, its always fake.
I can't choose now, its coming too close.
The winds have strengthend, and the stars are falling.
The whispers seem to fill the night,
the waters seem full of life.
Hearts are broken, children are playing.
This melody, is so un-willing.
Its far away, my laughter sings.
I see your face, and you've grown some wings.
Over and over again, lets play this Melody.
Starting from depression, over
cat1_by akinna-stock8 years ago in Animals
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Deviant I.D.4 years ago in deviantID
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-LINK- Coloring Contest3 years ago in Paintings
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half of me4 years ago in Self-Portraits
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Spinny4 years ago in Other
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Paleness4 years ago in People
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Desktop 11-21-093 years ago in Windows
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winter20102 years ago in Self-Portraits
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Princess Daisy2 years ago in Other
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someday ill learn to say i lov 3 years ago in Other
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a mon avis3 years ago in Classic Portraits
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Picard3 years ago in Sci-Fi
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Control5 years ago in Other
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hold her tight6 years ago in Emotive Portraits
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CLOSER : Alice Ayers8 years ago in Exterior
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The H E D G E H O G9 years ago in Portraits
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The SheenMy right hand felt the sheenThe Sheen9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reached and grasped her golden hair
a strong hand, burnished from the sun
it unraveled, opened, blossomed there
palm up-facing as I died
A desert flower of chalk on board
grace flowed into architecture
the hand of man and of the lord
the sheen embraced me as I fell
the shimmer growing into me
up towards an endless sky
that bade me listen, made me see
whispered secrets in my ear
the hot earth hit me, now my bed
my pistol hissed in quiet hate
there hung the gunsmoke, black and wet
there stood john mayfield, gun in hand
I smelt the dust and knew its will
his paper face was folded tight
I heard a ch
Close your eyes 5 years ago in Drawings
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