The vision that is bathed through the oceans and the dopey eyelids that orbs to the end .The fins that she flutters and expands as she ran down through sight.The last moment contracting and slashing the waters.The fingers that ravenously drifts to the violent flurry as she glanced to me with an unnoticed way.Pretty sure as she plays with the tresses,circling and circling.The twists tht resembles of a coral geometry.From the chaos of dwellers she cant forget the voices deep within.The trembling snared by call for him.The slice of her paper body that is all ready to exfoliate by a mere sight of him. Amidst through the glass
I have mountain of work to do professionally,personally,spiritually,creatively and technically and many other-ally. But I am procrastinating on all of them or most of them.So, I end up blogging instead.Slowly nudging my ducks in a row :p
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