Another melancholy sketch. Why do they come out to greet me so often at these times? I create them and then i break them. The shadow i cast on paper is like a mist that will smother her, poison her. Maybe she'd be smarter than the rest and flee before that happens, but then again i haven't drawn her legs yet. I'm sorry. I'll paint you in later when i have more than my tears to mix a palette with.
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