Detonate by Flower Bomb

Does your heart skip a beat to the rhythm of a splitting sky? Or when
bent staples decorate the crowns of still-born kings and queens?
Curiosity dances upon our satisfaction like nails on a chalk board as
our imagination holds precious time hostage. The hands of a clock are
bound with the razor wire of repressed desire.

—-
Written March 15, 2012

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