tonyv Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 The gypsy summer lingered till a rawness from the lightless rim descended as a welcome chill upon the spawn of Nephilim; its generations reveled when the witch became a broody hen. With all creation gone awry, it's much too late to wax contrite; hammer and anvil in the eye -- crack! crack! crack! in the lower light; with no more Reason to remark, behold: the stove is cold and dark. 1 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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