Wednesday, November 17, 2010

a3ish water colour, pen, ink markers and

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  1. in my memory or in my mind; there is a child singing and an angel screaming.

    it was you who brought my eyes back into ambisionn but i must learn from its surrealistic nature.

    the thought doesnt take us back

    it was you who made the child crawl out my soal whilest sleeping

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