Blog Post 3.2
As empty as a park in the dead of the night
As weak as a newborn
Gathered together like a pair of magents
As rough as sandpaper
Trembling like an ostrich who has spotted a lion
Praying like a mantis
Bouncing like the pavement below him was a trampoline
Smiling like a young girl opening her gifts Christmas morning
Heart of hardened steel
Mountains of granite arrowheads piercing the sky
War is the clash between two hopes that cannot coexist
The ocean is a turquoise explosion of life
The moon is a pockmarked prizefighter at the end of his ropes
This house of elaborate lies
My love is a dream that never slips away
Writing is blood and sweat transformed into ink
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