Surely the temple was full when i left
But when i looked again
Your seat was empty
I looked for weeks maybe years
But all that was left was a dusty idol
Her head fell off and i forgot your face
The light shines but without the grace
In no time I was the only sinner
Asking for firgivness over my dinner
Until I lost my way
And to this day
Only my prints remain in the dust of us.
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w o r l d o f e v e r y t h i n g
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Vaporwave pixel art prints designed for @bearzebaa!!!
Pixel commissions are still OPEN!!! Drop a message if you are interested!!!
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If you cracked open my husk
What would you see?
Would you see openess and trust,
Or maybe just the worst parts of me
Would you find agates and gems?
Glittering eyes and dripping blood?
Maybe a tooth and a gum
Or a vain finely spun
Would it bleed would it run?
Would it make sense
Would it be truth
Would it be something aloof?
Would you know it was me
Would you know what to see?
Banded in color
Bright as a mouth open and dark
Maybe there's nothing but bark.
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speedpaint of accolade in a dreamy place
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Nathalie Venant (French, 1960)
“Clouds” n.d.
Pastel on paper - 40 x 30 cm
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