Sunday, May 11, 2008

bit spit pony

The implosion of brilliance strained by the sheer beauty bleached all darkness from her eyes.The trip taken, the path, the course, the purpose, all was wavering. A sip, a kiss, a caress, a smoky rumination of a bit spit pony. The pissing cold rain all the sudden made sense.
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