Sunday, August 9, 2009
An Unwritten Invitation
I see the fog all about; the air is so heavy on this eerie night. Each breath I take, somewhat baited, leaves me gasping, mildly, for the moisture satiates my lungs making them full. Then my mind playing tricks with my mind intrigues me so. But is it cruel intentions nonetheless? Thoughts enter,...
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