Motionless rain Motionless rainMotionless rain
Wet, Soggy, Stillness Creating a slimy, slippery atmosphere Colours, colouring the Earth As umbrellas are popped! Into the air
All is silent No murmurs! No movements! Just the pita pata of the – Rain!
ComplaintsComplaintsComplaints
“You’re too short!” “You’re too tall!”
Complaints! Nothing more, “You’re too fat!” You’re too skinny!” Pang! Towards the heart! Struck and withheld
In the brain; Hatred sparks… A cycle created
The sun The SunThe sun
The trees sway But - I am dispatched,
From the outside By this vehicle, This ride Untouched by the breeze… Or- Light!
That causes vampires to; Scorn and depart this life They disintegrate within its sight However I crave this light…
The sun! The breeze! In which we are born free… Free from immortality. That is nothing but a curse To – The fictional species
Those are portrayed –
In books With bottled fiery and hate But I too W
8 December
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The Grey File - [link]
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.:. x_Kimberley_x .:.
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The Grey File - [link]
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"Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein"
"A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain." Mark Twain.
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Skinbox
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.:. x_Kimberley_x .:.
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The Grey File - [link]
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"Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein"
"A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain." Mark Twain.
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.:. x_Kimberley_x .:.
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