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The Thing With Fortunes
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The Thing With Fortunes |
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Brian23 Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 73Belfast, Ireland |
Down the rusted gullies our fortunes often role Every step without rhythm, each spirit a black hole Lackluster colours abound and no artists to paint All perceptions are tiring and painfully quaint |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A study in burnt umber? This is a sad but enjoyable read! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
~ Sombre, yet ever so descriptive! Your 'pen-brush' shows that you, yourself, are an "artist". Perhaps, if you would like to see a brighter picture of the world, you could do so using your own artistic talents!   EA |
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