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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