I had one taste of you, felt your affect once
And now
I am addicted...
I want you...
I'm a junkie.


My ImaginationAre you my... imagination?My Imagination
Mine?
I don't know who exactly is saying this, but the words escape Masked by nothing.
No thing. Not a thing. This is Not a thing. It's... more. And the power of ____ compels me,
you feel it too, In your eyes. In your actions.
These feelings are as numerous as the stars, just as special as each meteor we saw, dash across the sky that night where we laid on the damp, cold ground Snot running from my nose &nb
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Clang of TambourinesRemember? when we spun around... And around? We could feel the Earth spinning with us. The trees, the leaves, the sky, the clouds transformed into a rainbow. When blankets created castles whose dark rooms and corridors were enough, to protect us from dragons, the DemonsClang of Tambourines
of the world and at night fireflies, lit our way.
Now, we reach out,
try to hold strange stars. The cardboard box tunnels
are to narrow, my knees rub the sides, carpet between the flaps burn my ankles, &
The Farmer| I'm 21 years old and live in North Carolina USA! I do a lot of different things from traditional art to photography to modeling to writing. I love it all!!! |
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RIVER'S RISIN'.
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How many frequent flier miles would it take to send someone nonstop to hell?
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Ink runs through my veins...
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How many frequent flier miles would it take to send someone nonstop to hell?
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Joshua Seven
Artistic Nude Model
Alone or Accompanied, Indoors, Outdoors, and in Your Studio
*Thank you for the Daily Deviations*
More images at ModelMayhem [link]
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Ink runs through my veins...
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When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable...must be the truth!
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