

Cotton Candy?Rahzel and Alzeid sat on a checkered blanket, quietly munching on their lunch. It was a rather nice day, not to hot, not to cold. Several butterflies flitted past, carried on a gentle gust of wind.Cotton Candy?
Hey, Rahzel? Alzeid asked between bites, glaring irately at a butterfly that flitted a bit too close.
Yes, Alzeid? asked Rahzel, tilting her head back a little, eyes closed, to catch the soft breeze that was carrying the butterflies.
Why exactly are we eating our lunch here? As he asked this question, Alzeid shifted forward a little to peer off the fac
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yuri; my antidrug
yaoi; my passion
I eat to live, you live to be eaten.
yes, I am a demon.
can i be filled in on what i am a member of? hahaha
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read deep into my poems
as you would into a lovers eyes
follow the lines of my drawings
as you would a dancers hip
look into my photography
as you would through new eyes
capture the world
through my soul
because i WAS the one who took the pictures
its cool.
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read deep into my poems
as you would into a lovers eyes
follow the lines of my drawings
as you would a dancers hip
look into my photography
as you would through new eyes
capture the world
through my soul
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We are a group of Artists who are all friends and made this account for art that we all had a part in. Here you will find a varity of art by multiple deviants with different specialties.
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Each day is a gift, and that's why its called the present
Very few people get my sense of humor, but to them, I'm hilarious
A wise man once said, "I don't know. Ask a girl."
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We are a group of Artists who are all friends and made this account for art that we all had a part in. Here you will find a varity of art by multiple deviants with different specialties.
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