The void beckoned but I refused her embrace – weathering storms as frequencies collide and disperse raining curses on the broken whose only crime was – their lust – for the ethereal. Copyright © 2020 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
Those 2 and a half cents from Shun P. Writes
For those who endeavor to hear it...
” … in contrast to the mandate …”
“… I knew you would come back to them …”
“… while searching …”
“… things be …”
“… But, we kept on …”
“… the luxury of being hurt …”
