Drawing Her MemoryA cobbled street that spoke of times long past, Is where I met the artist. Scraps of paper and my time, Her captivating eyes would do the rest.Drawing Her Memory
Capture the moment Bind it with lead, Trap it in a paper prison.
We sat in a café, Unnoticed as she began her work, Her eyes flashing from time to time, Taking it in. Sip the coffee,
and wait.
The scratch of her graphite staccato, Each note being, Caught up in the current of her mind, Flowing out onto the canvas.
Her swift hand became a distant blur in the mind’s eye, &nbs
Eyes on Life
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Drugs? Haha, who in their right mind would waste thier hard earned money on drugs when you have a rabid addiction to Bambi to tend to? Bambi is my Drug
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Hop Mole Hop! <3<3
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