Exquisite how the harpees whine,
Guillable to the sway of brazen coin
Rejoining the stain of desire, pointing,
To the top and dropping upside down
The futures of the home bound,
So that the expelled are left to fight
From the crust of what is wrong,
Bonded to the debt of having nothing
Counted as a mistake, but still calculated,
He realized then what it could give
Was opposite of how he could live.
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I love this drawing, Anna!
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Thanks!
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Nice! Drawing and words. Thanks for sharing and I will be following you, that’s for sure 🙂
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Thank you!!
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