one poem, a string of words, a war of sorts, a feast for the gods, a long, long walk forward.
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SPOKEN SCRAWLS: Simple drawings on the wall...words written at night with spray cans of bright colors.
About Me
- marievincenza
- My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green...and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet. S. Silverstein
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