

napoleon at sevenan old guitarist sitting on a watercolor hill,napoleon at seven
plucking on six strings absent. two halves of breasts running near
under van gogh's starry night, under black-white guernica.
everything in all jigsaws, everything in trepid cubes.
a girl before a mirror with violin and guitar,
sitting with three musicians and a woman with her book,
stippling all realities of intangible maternity.
hours yielding from dalí's clock, minutes sub-the alchemist
like rain, like raining, like rained— portraits wilt
Rainbows
missed me?
my grandma just died so i was busy in lately...
how are you?
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For a long time, I gazed at the red moon. Just by doing that, why am I crying? I start to wish I would disappear.
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For a long time, I gazed at the red moon. Just by doing that, why am I crying? I start to wish I would disappear.
thx for the fav, really happy about °-°
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~¤~ LiKe Me, LoVe Me, HaTe Me AnD tHeN kIlL mE ~¤~
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For a long time, I gazed at the red moon. Just by doing that, why am I crying? I start to wish I would disappear.
on doujinshi pic
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life is only the first step in an infinite journey
and welcome to DA!
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