The Look

Days go by every fifth stride. A new divide. A length to split.

Lets talk analogies. Sub-categories.

Water drips by the side, a wayward gaze over a long horizon.

My hand feeds the anger to the other side. A crazed look.

Peaceful belief. Complex relief.

Dangerous looker, aimfull pride. Quick tempered to a point.

Days go by, just to fulfil an emptiness. Abyssal.

 

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