Tag: hands
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Smoktober 24 The smoke’s warm, white and thick. and faintly glowingCuriously, they has not the slightest trouble breathing.The walls gets farther, until they walk on nothingAs they walk further, they soon can’t see anythingSarah squeezes Elijah’s hand. “You know what?”“What is it my love?” “I have no regret. I’m happy.”“Even without our dream castle?” “Not…
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Happy face We’re told that appearances are deceiving.We think our decisions are based on reasonSo why do we put our fake smiley face oninstead showing our true dark feelings ? Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.