Sunday, April 28, 2013

Story #14 Tangled Strands

a trembling temple rattled while my chin rested patiently, we were a strand sharing a spirit and a soul, our asymmetric hands intertwined adjacently, falling in and out of love's control, secrets stared back for miles, ghosts danced to deaths duet, wearing paper smiles, to remind them to forget, erased ideas fell downward, balloons abandoned strings, suddenly the strongest birds, struggled to lift their wings, where this world went wrong, may remain unknown, but tangled strands are twice as strong, as one that's on its own,

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