

Unknown Artist The room was pitch black with the exception of a small lamp in a dusted table, lighting up a pair of hands dancing across an old typewriting machine.Unknown Artist
The man was sweating nervously with a tip of tears in the corners of the eyes. His cloths were turned apart with a mix of blood and dirt stains all over.
The only light of the room, apart from the lamp, was from a small window that stood high up, near the ceiling that flickered every few seconds in an erratic sequence of light and darkness.
As he typed restlessly in the dark, " the man that makes the stre
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~I am a poet~
nice gallery ;D
thank you
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im not as random as you think i SALAD!
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