

Lower WackerFaded red tinsel twinkles In the dead yellow light. A Spanish samba booms As a young woman waits on Wacker For her past to leave her be. The train grinds dust Into microscopic rain, Which settles on the dress, Of the woman, Under the forgotten Christmas lamppost.Lower Wacker
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Join THE MAP!
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The Unknown Artist Project - check it out! [link]
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Where are you??
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Last night, I had a dream. I found myself in a desert called Cyberland....
Critiques are air to poets...I'm asphyxiating.
how are things, dav?
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--Caitlin
DA-Digital
It's appreciated.
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no.
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--Caitlin
DA-Digital
Thanks alot for the favorite and the watch,
much appreciated : ), since im just new. I will look over your gallery now, thanks once again.
LOL HI.
:] your gallery is rad..keep it up
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[link] <-- Visit my store!
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Last night, I had a dream. I found myself in a desert called Cyberland....
Comment on my work and I'll kiss you...or something.
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....and I don't care who hears me, because I am beautiful.
DA-Digital
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