Temperature of a SectionalistWhen the rebels cut contact from the union strength So did autumn undergo its insurrection to summer And every last vibration from their deep fall Was bounded upon the poets of the cold. And every hope of the season turned to bleak And every thought acquired was registered unto energy For making icicles that froze time and not water And the harmony built among the ocean shore crashed Upon the sand with a siren's song of frost And not did the leaves and mercury turn bitter but the minds of so many troubled souls As summer sweltered and hindered the onset Of the depressionTemperature of a Sectionalist
Beauty is painHe checked the weather every day to see the hurricane arise from the east and strike him, She took an hour or two of her lifetime worrying about the rain and her hair, He said he liked to forecast the weather, she was better off stumbling One foot after another, The recollective sunset charging above the hills reminds us of when they used to be The charming smiles preserved through the mirror on the wall, And the screaming that we knew, “ You can not solve anything, you are just a little of that penicillin on the highway” She said they had grown too old for being so young, and he said to her that sheBeauty is pain
Fuller go easy on the pepsi
Mine's not beautiful but it's still there. And I love it.
Cmon wake up!
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