Sunday, June 2, 2013

absence.

Helps you see the meaning or the less of what has left you. Cracks open or fill in the worthless dirt that I can dig out of ... Later.
As a question mark to most of your sentences. Leaves everything opened ended and marks up some of the worlds to be read illegible and broken.
Lets the imagination run wild and fill in cliche sentences like the soulful yelp of a southern woman who doesn't know right from wrong anymore ... Plurals.
A mess up of morals that were all made up and translated into twist of plot or shock & awe of the tensions which never feel consequences of past afflictions.
Somber is the tricky downward curved upward smile that crosses each persons face during the crossing of what they thought of as a good time...


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