Breavement

DuskRun with the child of the silvery unknown, With distant crickets and spindled black fingers, Gorged on the savoury crunch of frosted grass, Quenched of a thirst for the solemn moon.Dusk
Peek out from behind fuzzy streetlamp glow, Aching with adoration for her maternal face, It’s almost tangible …squint to reveal, Queen of the night, mother of your sorrow.
Wrenching back infant eyes from her siren call, Oh how you’ll yearn to see her again, For the image is deceitfully woven into, Every anxious trickle, every pang of guilt.
To ease addiction just spread yo
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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art." - Leonardo da Vinci
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-Saru the Kilted-
things are well. getting ready to move from here to Oregon. I cant wait. We will be in the Albany/Corvalis area.
Hows everything with you?
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My Woman
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Me
Things are good. Slow, but good. I'm offering 1$ portraits to drum up some business...but otherwise I'm good.
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-Saru the Kilted-
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-Saru the Kilted-
Hi!
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-Saru the Kilted-
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Mine
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Mine
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