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Whispers of secrets laugh boldly, yet are jealously guarded; staring like harbingers from her mechanized gaze.
Grace fallen upon unforgiving innocence betrays a wealth of calamity sitting in melancholic glee upon her shoulders.
Childhood sings from the devious shadows; hope smiling as she silently watches clockwork unraveling Gothic nursery rhymes.
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Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~
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This is a tricky photo to write about, indeed a challenge, but you pulled it off well, Morgan.
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Thanks Jet 🙂 I found her quite inspiring 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it!
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