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His lamenting soul Hoping for great redemption— Forgiveness awaits...
Along the dark alleys, Through their constant lies. Among bigots and hypocrites. Knives on his back as they spit On the ground he bellowed from the…
Array of sea glass arts meticulously displayed with pride. Framed art mosaics with hues of red, blue, green, brown... pink and the purple... the rarest…
Gargoyles by Imrogue Grotesque layers horrifying, freakish to sight
Whisper to me softly and caress me gently with your hope of dreams for us tomorrow... Let us listen to nightbirds
By: Imrogue The night was still... Bewitched by the magical spell of tender moments together...
By: Imrogue Distinct parties, Yes... I am red, you are so blue... Move on forward through! or:
I wonder....What tree is it? Is it the tree where whirlybirds n… or the tree where to hitch helicop… I see... now, you tell me... It is the Maple tree!
Checkered pieces of land can be seen from above... million puzzles: pieces in green, red and brown flats, stitched together
Thoughts... deep in the abyss— mumbled to self as she listened; unknown to none but herself. The songs they sung played in the background—
Click, clack, click, clack Lonely click-clacks of this old cl… Above the column of this room, Recessed to the wall as if entombe… I held the key to wind the clock
Her back could only bend so much..… 'neath him she braved the peril. Attached to the barrel Her grasp to such. Strength wavered,
What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
by: Imrogue Pitter-patter of raindrops... right above the rooftop At the bottom of the rain spout... the barrel awaits for every drop.
