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Isis' TearsIsis's TearsIsis' Tears
pale grey eyes as i walk along this path, and yet, no hope, for it is lonely, cold, and dead. storm. a funeral in the sky. rain like silver needles, thunder as the wheels of a hearse, green and purple backdrop, winds sreaming, grieving, wailing, end.
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title in desc. actually poetrySANCTUARY, SOLITUDE, AND JOURNEYS THROUGH A GARDENtitle in desc. actually poetry
AN ALLEGORICAL WORK
Dedication I’m sure that all authors have those people in their lives that make them who they are, those infinitely valuable souls whom they could not have made it through without. This book is for that wonderful supreme Father who sits on His heavenly throne and puts up with me, sharing the ever-present love, humor, support, comfort, discipline, guidance, understanding, and everything else that has no name that I know of besides love,butmeans everything to me.
| Wow. Well I made this account years ago because I USED to write back then, but for some reason I guess my muse just decided to up and pack her shit and leave one day for no reason (actually that was around the time I was forced to write to pass a class in high school. Sanctuary was a the only child of literary rape.) So of course I haven't been back here for a very long time. My new jones is my modeling career. I wonder if that counts? Maybe one of these days I'll get back in to the writing thing. |
~Evan
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Look up.
Now down.
Now up.
Hear that rattle?
That's you!
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Look up.
Now down.
Now up.
Hear that rattle?
That's you!
Thank you Dear so much
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Nicole V.
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Nicole V.
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