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If there's any artists out there.. Please draw any of my photos!! You don't need my permission
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Our second and new feature!Hello, dear friends and watchers! :iconexcitedhiplz:
This is the time to make a new feature now! We'd like to thank all our friends and watchers who have voted for us for the contest "Fallen Angel" of The Imaginarium :iconthe-Imaginarium: and who always have supported our works since our first steps on dA. Thank you so very much!:iconblowkiss-plz:
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hiding place by partiallyHere
Resistance. by Coldwave-Enigma
will this pain never end by cPaos
Jaz by maclenn77
pain becomes me by Hamish-Frost
Technical Knockout II by KizukiTamura
Alone...behind by AlexandruCrisan
Find That Life
Has Its Own Shine-
To Discover All The Wonder
Within, You First Have To
Break Through The
Duality. by Coldwave-Enigma
in the interest of space by kevinsaintgrey
Triangles by Einsilbig
Abstract and Surreal Spotlight Vol. 13Einsilbig's
Spotlight Vol. 13
Abstract and Surreal
in the interest of space
The Fondest Memory
Drops of Gloom
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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