T’is Verse

Rustic rhythm dripping strife, smogged syllables spilling crime, hyper sensitive inarmota inveilgling the hood, stampede stance. Locks of humorous acts in confetti, hose of succulent art transferring. Rhythm spilling syllables confetti dripping inaudibles. by and by, metamorphoses, and then, the hose slackened. Unbridled flow, tuned to a stream, waves weaned grow, flood with opened lips.ContinueContinue reading “T’is Verse”

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