Friday, August 22, 2014

Momentum

The signal comes   a ruse of grey   clouds, the plain of

tomorrow. On top of all the house sparrows

twitter, seasons simplify   and expand. The people rely on news.

As grey as soon rain, and meaning to forget the path, still awash or replied to, the mood of growing on gross on. Each sentence relies on past section. Time   makes spaced between thinking someone there.

Someone is thing. Time is there in random.

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