Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Strike

Stun with dancing fans eloquent longing.

Give that sting; sear into the seeing flesh via the seeing palm.

Shaken; not stirred.

Leave; darkness protrudes and overtakes a schedule in their soil.

A plot where we were once a seed; belonging to a rose. It was snow white; but it's thorns outgrew it's bloom.

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