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The filter on my cigarette starts burning. It takes me couple of moments to register the pain between my index and middle finger, and I hastily put it out. Im staring at the canvas and my eyes are hurting. I look at the clock. One hour since they carried the body bag, talking in hushed voices, and the officer, with a shrunken, tired face asked when I found the body. The body. I remember how they covered your face with a grey sheet and look at the silver bag, wondering why such a gruesome object carries no evidence of its function, its surface clean and shiny, no blood stains or tears. Those medics a
Vizard
by ~AyameFataru
by *janaschi
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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my official site [link] my shop [link]
please do not post ANY of my work outside deviantart without my direct permission!
Разрешите представить Вам русскоязычный арт-ресурс:
"DrugoiArt.ru: Другой Арт - первое творческое коммьюнити рунета".
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Заходите в гости.
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ambition is just an excuse for not having the guts to be lazy
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"As carterpillar chooses fairest leaves to lay her eggs, so does the priest chooses fairest joys to lay his curse" - Blake. Speak Russian? come hang with us =Rus-Club
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