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To a Fading Whimper by Loftydreams101, literature

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To a Fading Whimper

My engine sputters Through the thick sludge Of tireless voices I sink to my knees Weary and overcome Fully immersed In the fog of daily labor Onward I cry As I wade And inch toward silence Yet dying screams Are all I can conjure As food for the muck The foe of my eager treads High noon Pries away My rusted and mangled form Hoisting me high Away from the clutches Of havoc and pillaging disarray The spawn Of lumbering voices Who yearn To render me hollow

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How is one meant to offer advice?

My intention is that members comment on artwork with their critiques. It's really up to you how you give your advice to other artists.

I see.