Sunday, December 28, 2014
On the third day after Christmas
The preponderance of his predilection tripped
over the piece of poetry and stuck like a fly on a fly strip, wounded and
trapped, screaming, the incessant buzz without the ability to carry on, he
earnestly stood his ground and only he knew that it wasn’t resolve that kept
him in place but inertia.
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