When I first encountered pain, I found it sitting in the rain. The man held close A lifeless ghost And trembled, soaked and seething. “She is not breathing,” I mentioned with pause, To which he flexed his troubled claws. I felt the city crumble And smoke clouds, rolling, rumble. The man cast up his eyes And with a sigh replied, “Neither am I, son. Neither am I.” - Katen Anais This page is inspiration only--the works shown here are not mine. I've been bad about citing and I know that's really inconsiderate, so from now on, I will be citing all my posts so that no artist is left unhappy by my posting actions. Sorry to all, and thank you. Blessed be.
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