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Reality Asunder
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She tore reality asunder,
and all she wanted was warmth,
not the inevitable thunder,
that was surely to follow,
with the bitter cold truth.
She ripped space apart,
and all she wanted was shelter,
not this heavy heart,
the brutal realisation,
causing her to falter.
She caused time to cease,
tears streaming down,
in the face of the dire deed.
Innocence lost, bereft by grief.
Such was the birth of the Goddess of Sorrows.
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Category :
Original
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Media :
Digital Painting
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Date :
2011-02-22
CONTAGIOUS ART