Tuesday, November 27, 2012

November 26, 2012

  • ...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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