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Illusions, Abstracts and Reality, by Danny Kemp

Dark as the dark reflected through the glass. Deep as the deepest love that’s ever been asked. Both are illusions that can never be touched. But life can be felt, if it’s tightly clutched. © 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights … Continue reading

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