Monday, August 15, 2016

My Tornado Is Sleeping

Hush! Make not the rude sounds,  let not the winds be stirred. Let not the nights be awakened, for the ghosts shall rest tonight. Let not the wanderer be seen, for he hides the secrets you abhor. Let not your foot cross the sanctity of my soul, for the beasts may haunt you forever. Takr not my resilience for my weakness, for my facade is my fallacy

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