Broken beyond repair, his pockets empty of coin, he longs for stuff to fill his void.
Broken beyond repair, his pockets empty of coin, he longs for stuff to fill his void.

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Broken beyond repair, his pockets empty of coin, he longs for stuff to fill his void.
© 2019 By Duane Kirby Jensen,
9 x 12 watercolor, ink, and graphite on watercolor paper

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