

Traffic Dryads..The modern trees Their feet rooted into the electrical earth below No longer growing ..bound to a pole For their lives draw forth the energy from the static fields Serving man, serving Order A thankless task waiting.. waiting for the time for their duty to end ..when a drunk drives into her a silent screech .. and her lights dim darkness... The mourning of for the driver.. not for she who have served.. forgotten.. A pile of twisted metalTraffic Dryads..
sunset
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I'll hold you just like a demon holds the darkness.~
my gallery
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I'll hold you just like a demon holds the darkness.~
my gallery
I am at home this weekend, and I'm just relaxing!
enjoying my family... and how are you?
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