Are you?
Do the faces you cast outward uplift and question, do they leave the world wanting more of what you hold inside your frame. Do you speak volumes in silence and convey a message you never needed to utter. Do you evoke emotion by simply existing in the sight of a stranger. Does your composition hold a narrative for more than just your own...
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“What is anger?” She says, as she turns away from the window and looks up at me.
“Anger is the emotion of disdain and revulsion...”
..but before I can finish, she interrupts and adds “...what is anger to you?”
“A tool and a gift. ... You see, it is the rudder that steers me through the day. It is rich upon air I breathe in,...
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Decadence filters through hushed hours, bemoaning and ired by but unrequited hopes for and by strangers. Listless, yet never lifeless, the heart pines for whispers although it fears the wager, and lo it still defaults to all it endangers. Lust and greed are found as sick bedfellows to this ever craving, never sated, fervored love to cherish and celebrate cold portals where beauty is held,...
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