There are no scholarly words to be found here. Merely the ramblings of a static mind are the order of any bored individual that stomach's the burden of going further.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
muffled eyes
You were sad to see that low hung moon. It pierced the window. Ciao bella luna! Your eyes muffled, your ears blind. No hot tear was going to fall. My lungs heaved as my hand shook. I was not shining with much light. The whisper was a choke. Thunder clapped in that clear sky.
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