Your slouch says it all and the way you wear your hat in your hands like something condemned or a color you cannot remember. Words cannot chase you here or follow in the footsteps of people whose faces vanish like sad lies and pictures torn from wallets; and sounds will not echo or move through your sleep of tears in blind comfort, or a song that bleeds your name across the pillows and leaves you falling like dreams that slipped through winter... |
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"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)."
-e.e. cummings
I now have a few photos for stock use located at *gild-a-stock please check out her stock!!!
I also put images in my scraps that can be used
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~Love is like a photograph...they both develop in darkness.~
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I dream my paintings, then I paint my dreams. ~Vincent van Gogh
I have a sort of practical mind and you lose me after "wallets". advanced explanation encouraged?
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Those who say something is impossible should not interrupt the person doing it
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You Know Nothing Of The Hidden Dangers That Lurk In The Forbidden Curtain Of Night.
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[link] I'm Matt Mihana in DAs celebrity crew :]
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