CHARGE

CHARGE

Growth. Like the charge of a beacon cuttle fishing along the riverside. Abett and aided, a wishing well seeks cups of punch to bring itself a familiar need for want. Cupcake and hair strand, a perfectly office type face, engaged a matrimony of tenements and re-enactments took place. A laugh in the longevity whispered tin lidded feet, and the other didn't anger just then. Too much insect spray hurts the throat, what if the insects were the spray? What if the model sat too still to bring and dioceses change, the picture a tear-stained Virgin away? Mercy perhaps of the overseer, the injest pays for drinks again. A sacrificial sentence holds hands with a single moment and crash tackles a head…..dusty combine drifts slowly and tape like. Charge. Like the kingdom of a pause, the generation of a hearsay heresy, the jock itch of a cannibal's helmet. Reach down and in vigour, a tired grope makes cause to elope. Signature. Like the poison in my brain that stays the same no matter how I scribble it. Addendum. Like a forgiving.

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