Another Tree
Misty Tree
Who Is She?Flaming darkness, sheared off midway. Piercing green meadows shine damply from above. Dark, angry colors surround her daily. While smoke and screaming surround her dreams.Who Is She?
A piece of flora, stuck to the painted brick, she waits. Waiting for the one. The one who laughs. The one who’s sunrise colored.
With a life full of needles, she must have lost blood.
Blaring sound. Louder. Fainter. Louder. Fainter. Footsteps follow the noise. &nb
The good kind of love.
You are good at photography mate.
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- I shall kill this one you call Jebus
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....Cj
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...Sig POWER!!
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