Touch on with speed and the quick deliverance of lines and lines leaves the fingers as they right themselves on the angle. Between and across the glare that slides across the stone slabs underneath, the swing across the keys and letters creates the binds of tiny cricks between the flips.
Lean on and a raise on and the shattering hint minces the wince with a concern of the weak from the strong. Nothing left to break with accumulation a minefield of deterioration along the lines.
Oh, does the glimmer shine with even that on the line. From the otherside of the day and between seas and oceans to float the head above waters.
Soon Van - Wednesday, May 30, 2007 - 23:33
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