That voice I so adore was an outcast in sunny day of beach shores, when everyone so tall and so short enjoyed the gallons of water, flowing across the sun-dried floor. I waited with yet not so smoked cigarette in my hand for to let day close its door. Untimely wait with pretentious eyes kept enjoying sunset though sub-conscious reality wanted to see a clear night down the sky’s throat. Finally, stars were clean and clear, deeply embedded in the sky. Despite being touched and misplaced by an uncontrollable speed of wind, sky could feel the stars which remain glued to its bed like crystals being twinned. While a filtered smoke walk beside me, I heard the most loved voice of glassy waves which were coming towards me for a dark clarity and a clean thought. With their friendly touch, my inner walls started breaking slowly and steadily, turning grey…
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