Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Falling pt. 2

The blue hole in the wall screamed vibrantly with placid words of sovereign wisdom.  

Within:
   Drunk gods sang tiding to their humble audience and the liberal vibrations of their movements hinted at the coming storm.

That violent shake took courage. 
A symbolic yet unbecoming gesture. 

Pangs of unbridled affection came from vivid reflection and an adulterous wanderlust.  

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