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obsidiantears83

Aka Jacq or Gypsy
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The Last One

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Senorita Lockheart

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Little Red - 7

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Loki Helmet Tutorial

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automail from cloth - tutorial

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Remarkable Twilight

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Literature

Winter's Chill

A long time ago winter settled here, It blew for days, then months, then years, Like a daffodil shuddering, near decay, Searching through clouds, dark and grey, Spring never did come this way, And I, frost covered, did disappear. Who is to say what forced God's hand? And kept a chill over stream and land, And crushed my stem into the ground, Dead and broken, never found, Silence the only comforting sound, To where I tried to make a stand. Why would I even be left to survive? The pain too much to bear inside. Instead of looking, nature turned cheek, Not even giving me time to speak, A sinking feeling, too tired, too weak, Just

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Tequila, baby...

Mexico Travel Inspiration

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+Alice In Tears+

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Literature

ensorcelled

the anticipation of a new story grows the rising smell of ink and parchment permeates the feel of that crisp creamy paper entices it's a drug to me a compulsion an addiction it's freedom it's seduction it's enthrallment it is yon bonny road that steals away the concept of self which winds its way around my mind like Fáfnir with his hoard braiding itself into my consciousness I wouldn't save myself if I could instead, I feed, I feast I devour the word-filled pages licking my metaphoric lips I catch every last drop sated yet ever hungry I crave for more only another ensorcelled soul can comprehend the pow

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