Crackle
the taste of the emanation is quite insecure in the force of delivering and package of cigarettes as a magical data in the Spring fling of operations and departure from the clearance to the crackle of celebrating a new start with an old friend. the smell is hindering beyond me in the timing of occasion departure of running though doors and the trust of remembering the situation before as a tactic in the storm of alarming musical dancing with the closure of staying operative in the heat of using the crackle of addiction and to remember the taste of diamonds through my nostrils and to breathe in the smoke with victory and resistance to climb upon the sense of the directive order.
I try to focus on whats best and to entertain the self together as a response to allegations that bring forth the truth of addictive center and to operate in a self control of using crackle and to open a new space of resistance and to deliver a source of love laughter and new beginnings of common sorts.
I tick from time to time with crackle on my mind and it's never kind. Now I say the worst is in the end and yet sustained. I open the time with precious moments ahead in time. I love it but hate it and it's a battle of the burst that collects many stones upon the venture of deliverance.
Copyright © Brenda Hamodey | Year Posted 2017
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