Utopic Dystopia

Red river waves clash against minced rocks of sour love fermented by incessant purrs of unattended phone calls. The taut blue wires carry the tombstones of broken cackleberries with aborted breaths.Curdled milkshakes.Yellowed newspapers.Starched white clothes.Words,tangled chaos in vacant air.Spiral staircased moments open out into a cliff of hoarse lullabies. The bulbs dim to turn memories into silhouttes.An eagle swoops down and carries the sun away.


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