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| "The burn fed his rage, it fed his lust, and his tears fell, crimson and thick down his cheeks, on to the ground and stained the marble floor of the balcony..." I like how this one came out, I was experimenting with different pen sizes and styles in pixia (because the concept of adobe SCARES ME! and it hates the computer ._.). | ||||