Barren

Sally in fallacy. Morrow we come. A thumb inverted bent too far. Glass vase shattered pattered. Gone and as she shone. Might we fight with might in the night as we search for light, but the thing before the sillhouetted moon is an kite. Swallow and expel, stretch and bellow. Love in a mug as we trudge through sands without a mariachi band. Solemn with golem we stand in gotham, yet light be it. Prithee thyne orange story at the tory tower. Like candlelight without wax and a fax machine that isn't keen. A bet of life, yet one of variant strife. Follow me please, or deny me that. For these emotions only exist in my mind as my body remains empty.