Wedding Smells
Crystalline smells of Autumn flair brightly
in the nose;
Scenting their way to the wooden heart.
Would that heart become enflamed with joy?
Or guiltily sorrow and rot at the termiticity
of indulgence,
Sinning its way to the calloused depths of woe.
Breathe deeply.
-the bard
in the nose;
Scenting their way to the wooden heart.
Would that heart become enflamed with joy?
Or guiltily sorrow and rot at the termiticity
of indulgence,
Sinning its way to the calloused depths of woe.
Breathe deeply.
-the bard
posted by Todd at 12:58 PM
2 Comments:
I feel a sharp arrow piercing my heart.
yeah, me too.
(that means it's good!)
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