The Sharpened Wheel. By themischievousannaDecember 17, 2015 Cunning that runs on, Into the eye Fights for the position, Of truth or Even perhaps more, Of Lie. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, PoetryTags: art, artist, emotions, lifestyle, Personal, poetry, poetry&fiction, Travel, watercolor, writing Related Articles Perpetually Flooding. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Heirloom Weight. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago A zero sum game. By themischievousanna1 month ago Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.
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