Watching and waiting, for taxi's and trains.
Hearing about all the losses and gains.
We enter the life or people around.
By listen to the people take dare to make sound.
Hiding in silent and shadows and dust.
And try to stay hidden and hear what we must.
Time is a killer, and we have to flee.
And hide in the story of others we see.
Sitting in metro's the train or the bus.
We hear al things that are not ment for us.
we listen to conversations, and what other people say
It maybe not our busines.... but listeners we stay...








2 comments in 6 jaar, Top!
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-.[LycordianDesign] . [
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I don't do friends... i'll comment when i like your work. Do the same with mine, and our comments will get value.
(yes, i know my english sucks)
-Tom
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-.[LycordianDesign] . [
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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random deviant run...
greetz alex
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Der folgende Satz ist eine Lüge.
Der vorige Satz ist wahr.
upload al die andere sketches enzo ook man
enne,
-Lyco
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-.[LycordianDesign] . [
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-.[LycordianDesign] . [
I got my wacom
inspired by my marine sketch hehe
-Lyco
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-.[LycordianDesign] . [
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