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Swollen walls like punched up paintings of otherwise perfect specimen. Ceiling cracked like an hour glass, timing out the room with plaster. An impromptu look towards the mirror reflects a distorted crossed-man with his hands waiting to clap for sins. Curtains torn from lungs, smoking through the decades, flung back violently so parents can see hazy street lanterns that decide departure hours. Children screaming from a black hole, a cosmic punishment for infidelity. A stillness bred while they sleep, soundly and lovingly.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Across the Hall
Swollen walls like punched up paintings of otherwise perfect specimen. Ceiling cracked like an hour glass, timing out the room with plaster. An impromptu look towards the mirror reflects a distorted crossed-man with his hands waiting to clap for sins. Curtains torn from lungs, smoking through the decades, flung back violently so parents can see hazy street lanterns that decide departure hours. Children screaming from a black hole, a cosmic punishment for infidelity. A stillness bred while they sleep, soundly and lovingly.
nolan-omalley
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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