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There are Days..

June 18, 2012

There are days when the mountains wither into dust and the seas boil away,

leaving puddles.

There are days when it is possible to tear down the mighty skies and stuff its fabric into the earth’s womb.

Life does this.

It waits — quietly lies to the unleashed rage. Dampens the soul;

warns;

the singed ashes may pardon, absolve
but it might also choke what it intends to save.

[Image via Grvnge]

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