RemnantOf verse and time,
That lies upon the page.
What scrap is this?
Quite past it's prime,
Devoid with ripened age.
What glimpse is this?
Of times gone past,
And never to return.
With it to the fire cast?
And ever let it burn?
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please, visit my gallery anytime you wish. i will be pleasant to receive you.
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true love is not being a perfect person but loving an imperfect person perfectly.
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"That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence. "
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problematique
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"If you need a hero you have diminished yourself in some way"
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Lexi
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. —Jack Kerouac
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my work isn't a stock account, thanks!
my deviant gallery
my website
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