Soft pastel oils streak themselves across a muted canvas, cold acrylics clash against stark monochrome on a thick cotton paper, senseless watercolours spar like water to a flame as they dance on bleeding stationary. Segragated into piles of water-logged stationary, there's a reason we don't mix.
Wonderful Writing
Posted on Tue, 19 Jun 2018
This poem is spectacular. The intricite wording, the idea, the presentation--all of it seems very thought-out and well put together. It's amazing to see the writing explore the dynamic of the two characters. The line, "I am the rabbit, and you...
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