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After the Storm
It's a feeling. |
Paths become warped, puddles muddy; highway interchange branched, dirt skirts scattered, reflections clouded. Angels slick the skies, dirty your mind. Footprint memories; smile, sweep trudging. Sunset drifting blurs; storm liberation, -seasons bequeath. Held in passing; pastel prism worlds, single straight edges loud and screaming -unheard. Places out of place; frozen minds. Forward, backwards indifference; bombs drop, stop it! Nighttime imagination; characters of hope, roads rough to smooth marble, squealing an eerie song. Memories for today; attitude out of sorrow. |