summayya Posted January 15, 2010 Share Posted January 15, 2010 (edited) The room is dead white. Garingly a smile comes in and blots the walls with a supreme purple. Curtains cough to one another and whisper to the streets. They are flirtatious and run down to the edge of the sky. Birds won't lie; snow is licking the sun. Hours tickle the back of day as time wanders through the empty bottles by the desk. A chuckle. Another. Twilight is distrubed by the bubbles of the bulb. The room is half purple now and meddles with the night. Edited January 15, 2010 by summayya Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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