Storms

February 19, 2013
By BiancaC GOLD, Whitestone, New York
BiancaC GOLD, Whitestone, New York
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Favorite Quote:
A room without books is a human with no soul.


Bittersweet trust drops like acid onto the sidewalk weaved into tears.
Priorities are the equivalent to muffled words and blurred mind sets.
Trembling monsoons whirl inside your mind.
Whirring clocks, tick tock.
Withering and wavering, fragile and non resilient.
Death isn’t silent or invisible, death a storm you feel coming.



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