She succoured those unable to inherit the monarchy's good health, waiting for quiet nights that belied serenity as visitors demanded a donation. She of the fae, humming poems to the stars.

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DREAMING OF DREAM...

Choose any of your favourite
from Christian Schloe gallery

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The forgotten nameless prince had ostracized himself from a seemingly futile fight, tying slings to his back as others' lips blued. "Prejudice is unwelcome," he thought, opening insurrection's smoke flare.

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We make lovely things an allusion to someplace great only met after death. It's in first bites of favourite foods & how flavours linger different on every part of one's tongue, how clouds yawn to clear thoughts anathema.

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Anathema, priestess of light
a batallion of soldiers passing by night
if they be outed by fear or by fight
her divinity will lend itself to their plight

is mine

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The doors are open. And the soldiers are at the ready. As each nation prepares to do the unthinkable. Fight one another for the land they once shared. But in a world dictated by fire...they've been left with no choice.

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I’ve had enough trauma already and I’m an expert at blocking so would you please go away. is mine

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I write my Evolved Energy characters into my vss most days and since I'm working on their full novel, I commissioned some from the fabulous !

Here is Saul 😁😏

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왜 소음총기인 VSS,AS Val,PB,SR-3,APB 중 아무도 부엉이와 관련된 아트가 없는거지?

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If pain is an art

My heart
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Paradigm of this sychophant craft!



Art- kan Srijira

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That perfect balance:
laughing at my jokes yet sensing when to tease.
Showers of praise, but then, overtly,
not giving a fig.
You keep distance from my brigade, knowing I disdain them.
But I see you.
And I too studied the art of war.
I keep my enemies closer.

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I commissioned a picture of Henry/Hiccup from my Evolved Energy series (he appears in my vss tweets). did a great job bringing him to life for me.

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When one spells her name under their breath, it must kiss the ocean. That is how you beckon a love drowned. I tried it, one day, lips fried from the salt spraying from pistol tides against boulders.

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As the sun's rays against waves
Secrets of Poseidon's
The storm it braves
Neptune's fancy
a dream that beckons me
The bitter taste of an illusion...
...the illusion that I am free...

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DORA

...with her cobalt colored hair— was fly and true to her ’ghetto roots’ like a banjee girl on the run—she mastered the art of having fun. Her & charm ebb & flow with widened eyes—like dancing that passionately flies.✍️🏽#vss365

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