Wisps of white, here and there In clouds that frolic with the wind Looting my soul until it lay bare Lost, perhaps, where do I begin? I float away on rivers made of lead A promise never kept towards the dead Making me the ghost from nowhere.
Artist Highlights
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ArtWanted.com Gallery: Art/Drawing Misc.
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Proficient Software: My brain, my heart, my mind, my soul.
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Past Clients: They know who they are.