Enduring Red. By themischievousannaMarch 1, 2016 ( 3 ) I want to blink, But the moisture In the arid air, Is all that Keeps me here, Not there. Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, emotions, fiction&poetry, life, painting, photography, poetry, Politics, ptsd, War, writing Related Articles Quiet shock. By themischievousannaFebruary 24, 2020 Kept Deep. By themischievousannaFebruary 23, 2020 ( 1 ) Waiting for Equilibrium. By themischievousannaFebruary 23, 2020 3 comments › GENERATION NOW March 2, 2016 • 12:50 am Beautiful colors, full of possibilities. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna March 2, 2016 • 2:57 am Just how I like it :), thank you! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ GENERATION NOW March 2, 2016 • 3:08 am Nice taste LikeLiked by 1 person 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. Notify me of new posts via email.
Beautiful colors, full of possibilities.
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Just how I like it :), thank you!
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Nice taste
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