You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are wide as the sky. My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of morning the land of dreams begins. Neruda
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Not very many, diverging from the pages of history like a bird flying out of a story, in and out of thin air. Sleeping in winks, in dreams awake, spinning dewy dreamwebs all over like cornsilk spiderwebs at the crisp crack of blue dawn, and shiz.
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Joshua Seven
Artistic Nude Model
Alone or Accompanied, Indoors, Outdoors, and in Your Studio
*Thank you for the Daily Deviations*
More images at ModelMayhem [link]
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The Faceless Ones art gallery
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**Inspired by songs contest **
Other account : ~WhispersTree
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Bookmarks for sale : [link]
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Check out my new Stock account: Moonchilde-Stock [link]
Ali
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Daniel W Durkin Fine Art Photography
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Everything is difficult before it is easy
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keep smilin xx
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