21 | deceive

Breathe, breathe, breathe into nature —when you're swarming with the leaf blower. A ghastly wind takes a step forward, gushingly speaks; "Are you the same?" No, nothing is the same anymore. Constantly being with a trapped soul— soiling in the mud, where the tips of rain sprinkles under. A fingertip, pulsing of throbbed edges and so hard to cope with shaky kindling. It's a battle of hunters, yes yes!

He's trying hard, "Hey! Look forward to it!" A swing of punch, blood is oozing out and a black out world where nothing remains. A shadow retired in the corner, a silhouette of blemish emerged. Too bad, fellow! A shallow gulf— better! Be afraid always. The uncertainty is faster than a bolted light. Stupid people!

Looking for faculty, and thinking they are the Creator. A coding error mark! Red light flick to tick off. There's more and more, beyond the constellation of minimum value? Humour is chunky! When you weigh with the constant edging, nothing is too heavy but everything is falling apart. Even a valuation of rotation changes when the sun rises and falls with a bow.

"Who are you?" A dramatic fell with the ending chirp. He silently lurks behind the beginning, an entity— wandering to ponder over to defrost or deceive —mostly delivering a betrayal to him.

"I'm no one but anyone!"

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