Life at it’s Death

Life at it’s Death

The amazing messes that crowd the day grow without a doubt that it can disrupt the brain patterns. The patterns are visible only to those who fall perfect in front of judging eyes.

The Roman fingers and Russian hands linger soft and hard upon the light that is purposed to be there singing in the wind like gorgeous blues.

Most time spent in the darkness, only to feel the touch of creation at its best, this is the lightfoot urgency that is known.

Forever bold those caresses of sin and love. So many torturous baths and fulsome games that have you bowing down. Clearing the empty road of your home.

So close to life says death.

So fateful the words laid out.

Grateful for one second to shine bright in the darkness of creational fortunes.

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Nathaniel Hammel
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