pass the fall

expr:id='"post-body-" + data:post.id'> Fall season; i flap my first wings. I won three gifts, brain, hand, and heart. My leisures destruct.



Darn it! that orange ray carry me into the accursed harbor. Follow the undulate sunset upon the black beach. If kisses are over, therm of the lip will be run out. Pen and soul's strict line offended, the offyear doubt. Shark's shocking inside. Full of inestimable complexity. What kind of opportunity?



Such a frost water cure. As this curb of the broken past lap. Is that goblin making joke at lame duck?. Cruel joy like tug of war upon war. Hope might forget to meet tranquility. Torture of a mettle, again and again. I hate patience cannot be blend with youth. Seems can never confine an ire. Propagate in veins of nonentity.



Tame this tide. Sit every night, wait moon falls till this chair wounded. But all wasted. Like ten years before, you are little. Like now never grow.



Power i collect might give up sometime. Though every option means something, late mist's gnawing meat. At time like this a warmth will never bursts.
kin's poem