I turn Face away from terror and join Arms with destiny, Legs running.
Can't I vent my Spleen somewhere without fear and doubt, let my Voice stretch up towards fate? Or am I condemned to crush Fists and Ribs in a never-ending dance?
Fly away, metaphor. You've gone too far.
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Sorry about the spleen thing.
ReplyDeleteYeah, this one doesn't make sense in the cool light of morning.
ReplyDeleteIt does make sense. I like how you used the common phrases people use to tell a story.
ReplyDeleteIf you were me, I'd tell you that you're obviously saying it's nonsense because it's actually something you believe, but you didn't want anyone to know.
ReplyDeleteOf course, you aren't me, and would never do anything silly like that.
Not this time, anyway.
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