

WasteLandBlack sickness Creeps over me Choking meWasteLand
In the rotting stench of Death I struggle against myself Against the wind In this Wasteland of thought and sound There is no light, Only the remnant of what was is left behind In the desolate Land of the Dead Promises are made, Yet never kept. A blindfold of darkness Has been slipped over my eyes, My hands have worn away with age And in this Wasteland, Gaia shakes with rage.
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----IM BEIN WATCHED BY THE C.I.A----
What I am doing now is totally non-related and different to what I had been doing initially.
So just dropping a note to say that I'm back with a new and hopefully more improved gallery.
My interests have now shifted to photography.
So thanks for the love two years ago.
I appreciate it <3
Sherylene.
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I'd gladly set fire to your third bar.
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go to my portfolio site--> [link]
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I will do what I can, when I can, but for now, I will simply be.
New art [link]
Gallery [link]
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