Running from the tide, like a slithering snake that pursues us. Brilliantly with absolution and chaotic wanting nothing more than to consume or blot you out. There’s panic and as you flip the posting to one in and out the other. Your candor felt numb to and lifeless, substance falls short of making a true alteration. Fall Into that black numb, you tripped before you could ever feel the change in winds. Skipping in the forest, searching for the apple of everlasting torment and leisure. It lacks any sort of congregation, you may never find those pieces of yourself that were once misplaced. That smiled was inconsequential to the plot device, you’d never experience a tone such as this again.
Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger
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