The warmth of summer drains the anarchy from the desolate
winter months, we were just kids back then, now grown up from such youthful
darling cunts. We plan to spend an evening swimming in the sea of conversation,
arousal of the auditory noise, like our favorite radio station. Next the a
roaring fire we were sat, our words soaring silhouettes of acrobats, retelling
slave stories from beyond the grave, our mere mortal fears more likely insane,
and when the sun filled the sky, as the moon so late at night, its beautiful
rays, on my face, they did shine. I made my way home into a brand new light…until
my darkness returned to me. This home now Is a house where my phobias dwell,
and with one fell swoop, im dragged straight to hell, My empty picture frames
stared back at me, their blank expressions taunt me miserably, reminding me to dot
my I’s and cross my t’s.
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