Uncertainty

The single twitch of a clock’s hand erupts the calm,

and we swim in passion−

moments away from bliss−

embracing our fragile love and fickle emotions,

only to drown in it’s thickly-scented gel.

 

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~ by ardentbowel on July 3, 2013.

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