Still Life. By themischievousannaFebruary 13, 2016 ( 2 ) A figure though I was, And with a life to figure The window to my right, Was the Location For my, Every night. Share this:Share on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print PocketLike Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, Fiction, fiction&poetry, life, painting, people, poetry Related Articles Natural Mistake. By themischievousannaMarch 9, 2025 Messenger in a Bottle. By themischievousannaFebruary 15, 2025 Home of the Fee, Land of the Claim Denial. By themischievousannaFebruary 12, 2025 2 comments › GENERATION NOW February 13, 2016 • 5:43 am Hurting so bad! Intense LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna February 13, 2016 • 6:12 am Pain has that quality for sure, thank you! LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
Hurting so bad! Intense
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Pain has that quality for sure, thank you!
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