No strings attached
I watched her silhouette fade into the distance as charcoal sketches danced in the half-lit corners of my mind and strings were left unstrung neglected as I stood there foolish-arrogant and cursed with cowardly hands too slow to act upon my hearts desires for tomorrow has always been my solace until now….
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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