For it was the wind of her beauty that swept me off my feet: a radiance of magnificent perfection. She was a hurricane of splendid bliss only calmed by temporaries of our society. Her shallow mind was too young to comprehend the affairs of emotion she had ensued. Nevertheless, she glimmered like rippling waves tinted orange below a grand sunset we call love. She was amongst the most powerful, most infectious, most blinding, most beautiful disease of accidence. It crept slow but steady. With every twirl she created I fell deeper and deeper into her orange tinted abyss trickling below the grandiosity of that sunset she hadn't yet admired. For I knew of it's existence therefore I was maddened by her immaturity. But then I felt the wind again, and I couldn't help but get caught in the hurricane.
Authors Note
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January 2017
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