raythebiscuit
raythebiscuit
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for trying to live a poet's life
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raythebiscuit 13 days ago
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Me and them 'mals
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raythebiscuit 18 days ago
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My clay endeavors 2023-2025
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raythebiscuit 21 days ago
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Oscar Wilde under the sun.
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raythebiscuit 1 month ago
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Amir khusro 1253-1325 AD
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raythebiscuit 1 month ago
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Rip Fon
January 2025 - April 2025
My first and only plant.
You were loved.
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raythebiscuit 2 months ago
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e y e s (obsessed with drawing eyes)
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raythebiscuit 2 months ago
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Painting old badges!
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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Cat staring at a butterfly at my great grandfather's house
This is my favourite photo, I can't get over it.
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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butterfly, what do you think?
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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Mushrooms at school!
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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I am going to make everything around me beautiful. That will be my life.
Elsie De Wolfe
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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Doggy credits~
His name is Jim and he's 7 Years old.
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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Sunlight on a Dragonfly Wing
I am supposed to be writing a poem,
But I digress.
What is poetry? I ask.
"A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion."
Hence, I write about the way an injured dragonfly sat on my palm,
Quiet and unbothered,
While I fixed her wing.
The sunlight refracting through,
Turning it into a looking glass
For a thousand brilliant rainbows.
Who, on exposure to the sky,
Continued sitting,
Letting the air flutter her now healthy wing as if in discourse with it.
Was she not a poem?
July 2024
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raythebiscuit 4 months ago
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