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Spiral by Matthias-Hakermodern living 02 by PeggyArmstrong
Walker by LutherBash:thumb141471019:Agave_abstract2 v bw by joannakossak
Gradation by b1rdy3Echoes in a Shell by NachoRomeroand in the end ... by EintoeRn
Harsh Illusions by the-elusive-mindlight showers II by m-lucia.: Bleary :. by EyesOfTheChrysalide
:thumb147411684::thumb140125260:.: Dark Scarifications :. by EyesOfTheChrysalide
Wireframe by EintoeRnMultiplication by EintoeRnCloudburst by silverroses222
:thumb139028241:in the middle of the day by DitzeHomosexuality by mheuf
Up and Down in a Square_Origin by DaBorgne:thumb136070307::thumb139845611:
:thumb139189532::thumb103573965:Balconies by MarinaCoric

Hazy Morning by aobaob126946 by black---and---whiteThe Light Far Away by OnurKorpeoglu
BWSQ: Crop circles by DecoyRobotHoles by digitaldreamz666gazing at the stars by AmeliePom
the last surf by baspunkthe shape of black by asruldwiThe Speed of Flight by tractern
Nux Vomica by Art2mys000000 by Izaaaaa2 by aobaob
Rollercoaster by aobaobSynaptic junctions by wchilddead souls by DavideDeDomenico
Ascuns in by a14onymusGreen + by MigrenaCrying Pumpkin by aobaob
:thumb142505670:Links :::: by aopan:thumb104201418:
:thumb146353247:tree 75 by Hengki24:thumb118151361:
:thumb141854 Contortions others like
You overwhelmed my senses with your views.
You made me dizzy so I could not stand.
You called the shots and made me feel so used.
I must have left my footing on the land.
I must be flying, scrambling inner ear’s
Ability to cope with constant change,
Or maybe floating in a sea of fear’s
Response to senses out of normal range.
You know I hate contortions others like.
They call this dislocation fun and games,
And revel in the chemicals that spike.
Adrenaline and thrills are dirty names.
They say, it’s just reflections, don’t be scared!
They wouldn’t say that if they truly cared.
Image: EintoeRn
Words: Colornote

The latter with a very fine poem:

Contortions other like
You overwhelmed my senses with your views.
You made me dizzy so I could not stand.
You called the shots and made me feel so used.
I must have left my footing on the land.

I must be flying, scrambling inner ear’s
Ability to cope with constant change,
Or maybe floating in a sea of fear’s
Response to senses out of normal range.

You know I hate contortions others like.
They call this dislocation fun and games,
And revel in the chemicals that spike.
Adrenaline and thrills are dirty names.

They say, it’s just reflections, don’t be scared!
They wouldn’t say that if they truly cared.

Description
Kindly featured by:
about lines and shapes

Spiral by Matthias-Hakermodern living 02 by PeggyArmstrong
Walker by LutherBash:thumb141471019:Agave_abstract2 v bw by joannakossak
Gradation by b1rdy3Echoes in a Shell by NachoRomeroand in the end ... by EintoeRn
Harsh Illusions by the-elusive-mindlight showers II by m-lucia.: Bleary :. by EyesOfTheChrysalide
:thumb147411684::thumb140125260:.: Dark Scarifications :. by EyesOfTheChrysalide
Wireframe by EintoeRnMultiplication by EintoeRnCloudburst by silverroses222
:thumb139028241:in the middle of the day by DitzeHomosexuality by mheuf
Up and Down in a Square_Origin by DaBorgne:thumb136070307::thumb139845611:
:thumb139189532::thumb103573965:Balconies by MarinaCoric

Hazy Morning by aobaob126946 by black---and---whiteThe Light Far Away by OnurKorpeoglu
BWSQ: Crop circles by DecoyRobotHoles by digitaldreamz666gazing at the stars by AmeliePom
the last surf by baspunkthe shape of black by asruldwiThe Speed of Flight by tractern
Nux Vomica by Art2mys000000 by Izaaaaa2 by aobaob
Rollercoaster by aobaobSynaptic junctions by wchilddead souls by DavideDeDomenico
Ascuns in by a14onymusGreen + by MigrenaCrying Pumpkin by aobaob
:thumb142505670:Links :::: by aopan:thumb104201418:
:thumb146353247:tree 75 by Hengki24:thumb118151361:
:thumb141854 Contortions others like
You overwhelmed my senses with your views.
You made me dizzy so I could not stand.
You called the shots and made me feel so used.
I must have left my footing on the land.
I must be flying, scrambling inner ear’s
Ability to cope with constant change,
Or maybe floating in a sea of fear’s
Response to senses out of normal range.
You know I hate contortions others like.
They call this dislocation fun and games,
And revel in the chemicals that spike.
Adrenaline and thrills are dirty names.
They say, it’s just reflections, don’t be scared!
They wouldn’t say that if they truly cared.
Image: EintoeRn
Words: Colornote

The latter with a very fine poem:

Contortions other like
You overwhelmed my senses with your views.
You made me dizzy so I could not stand.
You called the shots and made me feel so used.
I must have left my footing on the land.

I must be flying, scrambling inner ear’s
Ability to cope with constant change,
Or maybe floating in a sea of fear’s
Response to senses out of normal range.

You know I hate contortions others like.
They call this dislocation fun and games,
And revel in the chemicals that spike.
Adrenaline and thrills are dirty names.

They say, it’s just reflections, don’t be scared!
They wouldn’t say that if they truly cared.