©CNirvana
the bent corners take on a new shape
and as the darker still becomes light again
the rope begins to dangle helplessly in the breeze
gentle billowing that surrounds her
the shadowed peers around the corner
gazing gauntly at the next go round
as he whispers her fate barely audible
she gets lost in his breath
fearing only herself
she lets the rapture begin
at the sound of the tone
the time will be 1234
when the girl in her path is out of the way
the trifling matter dissipates
the smell of sanity
nothing left now
but time
yum. i think i know that girl....
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