I left my thoughts mummble, when this thumb kissed my forehead.
The musical notes swimming across the vocal stream of the choristers, flapped reality into view, again.
For a moment, I sat on the shoulder of my thoughts, completely dazed by the pregnancy of tomorrow.
the frailty of existence......
my grave, somehow winked at me; smiling sheepishly with an open arm. I frowned and looked away, singing along to the choral domination.
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