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Started in the morning
No sunrise today Black thick clouds Dark Sunday Lightness only slowly Uncomfortable With such an angry sky Threatening rain Grumbling world's stomach Malicious electricity Churning Loud noise Muffled under a mountain Of dark pillows gray and Hard to breath Thick air Like this On a Dark Sunday... |
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lovely...my favorite kind of Sunday. one that makes one long for a cuddle-partner.
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Edited by
ArtGurl
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Mon 08/02/10 04:49 PM
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![]() ![]() ![]() The threat of rain a welcomed relief amid the fires that burn my beautiful BC 300 strong choked by smoke haze that strange haze that seen through my imaginary eyes resembles mist in the locks of a Scottish moor but no this is my BC and my lake and she burns so let it rain let it rain |
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![]() the burning land needs the dark sky hello ![]() ![]() |
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