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Shutters banging, wires whining window's panes expand & contract recoiling from each of her gusty screams like last breaths' growling sounds so stark, Sirocco the mistress of many an imagination, is howling just outside in the cover of dark. Belligerent, drunken by Saharan sand, thoughts stifled in its haze, even the sun's face grays. She can't help but touch everything, an unwieldy child in a candy shop handling everything that is yours as hers. Her shrills build with no exhaust, blasts of hot air run loose a horse unhitched, where will it stop? Enter the crescendo, a switch flipped, silence's pause, the dialogue was not some surreal innuendo. Now, exposed by the signal of a single brave Finch, all's well, over and done, the flock joins in fever pitched repetition, too, but without competition.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
We're Done
Shutters banging, wires whining window's panes expand & contract recoiling from each of her gusty screams like last breaths' growling sounds so stark, Sirocco the mistress of many an imagination, is howling just outside in the cover of dark. Belligerent, drunken by Saharan sand, thoughts stifled in its haze, even the sun's face grays. She can't help but touch everything, an unwieldy child in a candy shop handling everything that is yours as hers. Her shrills build with no exhaust, blasts of hot air run loose a horse unhitched, where will it stop? Enter the crescendo, a switch flipped, silence's pause, the dialogue was not some surreal innuendo. Now, exposed by the signal of a single brave Finch, all's well, over and done, the flock joins in fever pitched repetition, too, but without competition.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
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