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Collages by Nidal Sher

Nidal Sher (born in 1989) is a digital artist, photographer, and filmmaker from Quetta, Pakistan. He is the graduate of National College Of Arts in Lahore. Follow him on Facebook.

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posted by Margaret

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i close my eyes and the stars are crying, crying for you they know you had meaning and wanted you to see, so they caressed your gentle autumn soul yet the burning beauties couldn’t stop crying because you were shivering with sadness, cold in despair looking through, we saw those ashtray thoughts, the disposed remains of cigarette anxiety

burgandy lynn

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spring wildflower sunset

by Denny Bitte

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Malaiesti Valley, Romania

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rivers of hair cascading down mountain shoulders, you cut it all off when we grew older the lock of it you sent with your letter made me cry it was the beginning of the shedding of your skin, it was the blooming of your sins the petals fell and fell, and upside down became your hell letter after letter we sent each other, until one day they stopped months had passed and i wondered why, why’d you leave me to go live a lie? i wrote countless letters to an address not in use the photos of you were worn, abused, because i would fall asleep with you in my arms a year passed and i gave up on finding the truth, but never gave up on you that day you appeared like a vision in front of me with your hair like willow leaves, you looked reborn kissing me on the forehead as i willed you to stay, i said, “please don’t ever run away” we walked inside, i took your hand and led you to the letters in my lighted wonderland reading those letters you shook with sorrow we were lit with the emotions we didn’t want to show holding each other, we cried in the flames of our own destruction

burgandy lynn

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I am but the chaos that surrounds your tortured body, Centered on the reflective soul, Bringing the bones to a fold to Encase the being within Those colored stars that speckled your insides, Fall into one

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