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Vinaigrette.

I //
Rambunctious feet chattered endlessly in anticipation, like a chorus of teenage girls tittering over their schoolgirl admirations. Though most boys are as brittle as chalk held between calloused fingers.

II //
Aggression is threatening as awakening sleeping dragons; it roars and gnashes its teeth like the razor sharp blades of a meat grinder. It is like water for chocolate or caramel to a Diabetic. Raise your weapon again and I'm afraid I'll have to teach you a lesson.

III //
As a grisly peach chafed my paper skin with its bristles, my spirit moaned then gently weeped tears as slow as turtles. Charcoal's charm stole kisses from me, like a brazen burglar. So, I sit and reminisced about the ways you hurt me.

I. As an orchestra of birds rouses the world from slumber, their uplifting songs soften ears before jarring alarm clocks. 
II. The fresh promise of day shatters the decay of darkness, as mountains of sunlight conquer caverns of midnight.  
III. Fireflies are put out and nocturnal critters creep back into their caves.  
IV. I dampen my throat with dew from lifeless leaves then scurry back to my own bed

 days ago


i ||
In relinquishing our rebellious egos, we earn the right to be our own rulers. Free from restrictive reins or saddles, unchained as we were meant to exist. There is no sweeter song than our silenced self-doubt. It is the wolf who barks and then retreats; a revolver with rabid bullets, unload it so you can get some sleep.

ii || 
A peregrine falcon soars to through higher skies, dipping every now and then to admire new sights.  The bright, pastel coloured breeze beneath its wings, the sole copilot needed to careen across kaleidoscopic clouds.

iii | 
The final bell rings a ballad of dismissal, as hordes of evacuating feet collide into a blur.  Sneakers replace assigned seats and essay papers, if only these summer days would stay for good

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