Noah

Thermal Exchange

I found another story to take place
and it's haunting my reality.
I quiver forthright in the wake of your footsteps.
I'm caught in the midst; a casualty.

Another finger for the missed chivalry.

You cross your fingers, as these world's collide.
You let the backdrop come and take its place by your side.
You drown out the sounds.

Another heap from the mounds.

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2017 11:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Yahchanan AbiyaH

    Very slick. You are warped. I love it!

    • Noah

      Thank you, Yahchanan!



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