

Those Venetian MasksThose Venetian Masks Staring down at me as I write (never smiling, because I'm their mouth) Red and gold, grey and blue. (Do the colors means something? Will they?) Plaster beckons, as does anonymity (or at least half of it) Do they grant power Or take it?Those Venetian Masks
(who knows?)


SeekingIt's been a long journey, A quest from one place to another, Seeking something that I can't understand And do not know, Or else why would I seek it?Seeking
It's not money, it's not love, It's not faith, it's not hope. What is it? I do not know. It is called "life." It is everything and more. Or so I am told.


StandThe tower stands, unshattered now, but that's not what the future said. I stand at the foot of the tower, looking up, prepared to climb it. To my right stands my friend, who has my back. To my left stands my lover, whose heart demanded that she be here. From the ground I draw the sword, which stood in stone, and I begin my ascent.Stand
Cheers!
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Mrs. Kirby
My Comic: =sanguemdeus
My Stock: ~venus-stock
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Misery....
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knockin'[die]
knockin'[life]
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Find your dream... and live it!
Tom
Thank you.
Thanks so much for the fav
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