Such a curse
furious decisions crawl underneath door steps dry swords clash in a scene acted so perfectly we cry is this what life taught us and that's how we thank it? the roots at cores spring back by the wind, you rank it months drive passing by weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds closing your eyes dusting off you shoulder views of presence fluster the weak ends and pull tight the strong piles we line them up along the pavement and colour them with styles packing boxes and shutting down the lights... Sign in to see full entry.