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This is my newest! Thank you for looking!

My newest digital painting:

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My Scar.It was pouring rain. I could tell because I could hear it pounding against the cieling of my cell. There were no windows, so I wouldnt be able to know for sure. By myself, I sat against the east wall, face burried in my lap. I felt like a trapped animal with no hope left.

I heard the bars of my cage open. I looked up to see two pairs on hands reach down and haul me to my feet. I learned the hard way not to speak or argue with them, so I just let them drag me to my next torture procedure. I knew nothing, yet they didnt believe me...

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They sat me down on a cold, wooden chair. Cold dark brown eyes looked down on me. "How did your paren

My Scar.It was pouring rain. I could tell because I could hear it pounding against the cieling of my cell. There were no windows, so I wouldnt be able to know for sure. By myself, I sat against the east wall, face burried in my lap. I felt like a trapped animal with no hope left.

I heard the bars of my cage open. I looked up to see two pairs on hands reach down and haul me to my feet. I learned the hard way not to speak or argue with them, so I just let them drag me to my next torture procedure. I knew nothing, yet they didnt believe me...

...

They sat me down on a cold, wooden chair. Cold dark brown eyes looked down on me. "How did your paren

Crisp Apple Rose Soap

3A sky mostly clear

basking upon muddy banks

anticipating.

A VacummHe is music, Gasping out his soul To the wails of pounding pianos Reverberating through the prison halls. And when he speaks His rose petal voice finds the fire And is perverted into ashen thorns which Choke his quivering throat. He is music, Noise in a vacumm, Vibrations on the moon, Screams slipping through the sun. He is music. And there is nothing more to him Than that.

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