The Long cold winter
Through it I march onward
Donning my thickest jacket
The bastion against the cold
What protects me from the harsh cold however
Does not protect from the disconnect
between the world and I
As the flesh, is walled up by my jacket
Through the sleet and hail however,
I see a greats fires, warm fires
They bring me warm soup and warm talk
Suddenly, the jacket disappears
Its purpose, fulfilled.
A trip through memory lane, the olden days, when Tap was still purely a comic website. Plus Fanart etc.
Disclaimer: I do not claim these pictures as my own unless I say so. All rights go to the owners blah blah blah *legal shite I will be learning for the next 8 years*
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