Noel 2016
The desert wind blows and sand stings her legs.
She screams and her breath becomes rapid.
The war torn ghetto is not her salvation.
But what she carries within will be.
Her eyes dilate as she sees without eyes.
The moment is frozen Sublime.
He caresses what she brings forth and a quickening rolls within him.
The stars align echoing Redemption.
Vujá dé
Nick Finocchio
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
Noel 2016
The desert wind blows and sand stings her legs.
She screams and her breath becomes rapid.
The war torn ghetto is not her salvation.
But what she carries within will be.
Her eyes dilate as she sees without eyes.
The moment is frozen Sublime.
He caresses what she brings forth and a quickening rolls within him.
The stars align echoing Redemption.
Vujá dé
Nick Finocchio
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