By: Matthew Lynn
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Truth
Shimmering complexities fill the abandoned hallways of solitude, leaving undiscovered possibilities irrelevant to the intangible relationships of life. Persuasive aggressions remembered only by the bitter and distant winter nights. Winds howling across the barren landscape of iniquity's past. Melancholy lovers dancing through the silence that is the truth
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It's wonderful Matthew. You are a very talented writer when it comes to figurative speech.
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