- ...And when the
dust settled, all
that was left was
the wishbone.
- Pale white skin
shivered of the
coldness beneath
the death of the
swallowed black sky.
- laying on the beach
that soft warm sand
the whisper and fall of the waves
the bright kiss from the sun
it's so serene & peaceful
...until your alarm goes off.
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