Silent talk

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samson paper + drawing pen + coloring marker

I humbly beg You to fill me in.

Bring me to your infinity,
Don’t let me die around my dead flower.

You see its blooming everyday,
But I bet you can’t see mine.

And this eye is widely opened to this cynical world,
And my hands are lost control.

Anger.

Fear.

The Death.

Complex…
Hope…

Waiting line.

God, do You feel me?

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