whoa whoa whoa wait
come again
there has to be a change of plans
the touch of sand
the chill of the water
the rate of your heart
speeding of a bullet
shooting of a gun
the run of the mile
shooting the breeze
freeze
clamer up
possess a position of clearnace
making a longer
more vibrante
endurace of the everlasting
casting the spell
drifting the long lost souls
to dwell
in a place where they stare
stare
long and hard
stares turn to fiery glares
stairs then twist and twine
relapse and decline
on the brink of ignition
false start
reroute
the charted route
commute..
-aew'11
iWrite. simply said. simply put. but not always simply read. iWrite. iFeel. iRelate. iTranslate. iGive. iDirect. read. take it in. let it marinate. and comprehend. .
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