A devil,
Never satisfied,
Never level,
A foe,
Never friendly,
Heart full of woe,
His tear is cold,
His tear is soft,
As he grows old,
His heart is no loft.
Adieu
12 years ago
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uhm.15 years ago
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Why do I do art? Well it's obvious. Since no one has the mental capacity to shut the heck up for 3 minutes and listen to you I make my art and shove it in your face. Because the art is finished, you can't interrupt it's meaning and it's spat in your freaking face. Merry Christmas! ;D
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