Fiery Majesty

quentin

An imaginary whinery, overlapping betrothed feats in fiery majesty. Overcome with truth, in bridled makings of fine watering holes. I am drowned in your inescapable glaze,  broad shouldered and making an effort in which there is no measurement. Those eyes cannot encapsulate your composure, forth into a winding damaged truffle. Do you bridge the bold, found in major likeness of forward thinking. It tangled your placement, in ways you cannot even comprehend. You walk down a road of frivolous jokes, they do not expect you to make it through the rain storm. Those empty hearts bound by your own foolishness, you bled out by the heart of many. I warn you of times of trouble, I cannot show you what you don’t want to see.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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