
Eccentric
faces
made of wood,
mysteries of time
older than
golden cities.
Thick thighs
of fertility
creating order
out of nature,
and the warning
ever present –
look
but don’t touch!
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Hi! I am an artist, author, and blogger who also happens to have Asperger’s Syndrome. I have won several awards and honors for my writings and artwork. I suffer from a few severe mental illness and chronic pain conditions (Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Fibromyalgia, CFS/ME, Ehlers Danlos, Degenerative Disc Disease, etc.), which greatly affects my life and makes me want to advocate for others going through similar things. Other interests of mine include reading, writing, drawing, watching cartoons and movies, collecting toys, hanging out with my family, and annoying my 3 cats.
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Excellent.
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Thank you ♥
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Maranda, your poem turned out quite well. I really liked the ending. I will admit I was tempted to touch.
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🙂 I’m always tempted to touch lol.
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