As If

Noah

The black tar pumps through your veins, as if machine.

The water turns into quicksand, as if caught in a dream.

Sound surrounds us, as if we were buried alive.

Sudden swerves come forth, as if both our cars were meant to collide. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2018 01:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    Good images!

    • Noah

      Thanks!



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