| There is no darkness, it is only the lack of light... |
Dream
Happy
Man

The ErmineWrapped in robe of the spotted prize, Importunate men strode, with deceit in their eyes, Their horses were weary, skeletal bodies fought; Fighting for their masters, their single minded thought. So, through mist breathing forests did desperate men ride, Chasing the Ermine, fated to be defied-The Ermine
Quintessential Ermine, did quiver and squeak, As it scurried through the undergrowth,
it was anything but weak. With paintbrush tail, it tinted the woods, Decorating it, with purity and untouchable goods. Timorous as it was, her snow coat glowed, Mirroring the hunters eyes, a
| Welll.... my names Emma, i lyk stuff. -Primarily Music, Art and Traveling. Thats it realy. |
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oldschoolink.ca [link]
my god has horns
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Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie
:iconTheWritingCompany:
[link]
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Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie
:iconTheWritingCompany:
[link]
More arts please.
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To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance, to dream.
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Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie
:iconTheWritingCompany:
[link]
'Modern Emma' as you call me lol
And hellooo
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Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie
:iconTheWritingCompany:
[link]
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To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance, to dream.
...hi. i dont get this site
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