I dreamt of Haiti
on bended knee he waits... afflicted by unquenched thirst he waits for vultures to bleach his bones release him from such misery the hour, nigh of death,s decay that preys on broken limbs pulsate through fickle veins to him, it is the end the end that matters not for his love, his heart is gone...
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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