It Lingers Like a Ghost
I dreamt of the darkness again, the tears and the struggles, the pain of my own long ago death, of the loss of my innocence to tragedy, betrayal, bloodshed and fear on those many lost days at the hands of a father’s rage and the long hours in the rushed moves in the middle of…
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A second gallery of my crazy, misfit creations and shit.
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No wind or wing but only a hope and a dream…
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