Style: Editorial Fashion + Sensual Portraits
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.
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she drank it all
till no end was desired
anymore
breathing heavily
no control was needed
no more
run, run, run
she cried out
to no body
I don't belong here
her tears
were drying out
her pulse
was getting quieter and quieter
and her imminent death
was showing the road
carpeted with black marbles
under a black light
to nowhere
.
all left
were memories
and an undying energy
to hang on to
.
.
.
.
.
Cheers
.
Wolf189
LA, Las Vegas, Phoenix, NYC
волк189 фотография
портрет, чувственный, изобразительное искусство
волк189 фотография
портрет, чувственный, изобразительное искусство
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