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CupId's Jewel There was salt somewhere between her eyelids.CupId's Jewel by ~Dulchis
It would soon fall next to the bed, to join its predecessors in their ambiguous crash; CupId cries.
She holds sickness in her lungs, like a precious ambrosian jewel in a little velvet box.
The boy sits and watches. It's been long since he had seen this.
Diamonds and silver lashes.
There was a small gap in her mind, and he felt it bleed -
She twitches.
the boy is soothed with her sigh; comfort is a reason to sleep, and the fight had been sharp.
There was no point to it all, no good explanation for the black-and-white sheets, the gray grace underneath it.
Then what keeps you going, he woul


CupId's Conversation The sheets would make her feel specialCupId's Conversation by ~Dulchis
'Little flaws will make it ugly', she says as she paints the clouds red, hoping for wind at night
Screaming that she was mankind, she lit the skies on fire and burnt the gods above it
The sky was gone, and with it, her dreams aswell
CupId walks the thin sanity and tries to fall
The ember light hates the silver as it breaks her tears to dust, and swallows only to choke.
It is a beauty-filled play, where she sits
'Never really want to hurt anybody; I think bent and sleep dented, the way they flow like a waterfall from the gap in my wrist and paint the sheets red; I wish for wind at night'
There is
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"Art is a lie that makes us realize truth" Picasso
evokeone
behance
coroflot
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No home - No heart - No hope
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No home - No heart - No hope
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No home - No heart - No hope