Stitched

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 11, 2018

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In order to stitch barren patches of colossal sky; all that was required as a conglomerate of voluptuously silken clouds,

In order to stitch the miserably dilapidated walls of the castle; all that was required was a flurry of handsome bricks and fortified cement,

In order to stitch the overwhelmingly blood shot eye; all that was required was river of poignantly emphatic tears,

In order to stitch the ragged sheet of wretchedly torn paper; all that was required was parsimonious droplets of efficacious glue,

In order to stitch brutally bruised and pathetic wounds; all that was required was minuscule traces of potently healing antiseptic,

In order to stitch a battalion of smashed teeth; all that was required was astronomical fillings of invincibly tenacious calcium,

In order to stitch the hungrily parched desert crying hoarsely under the sweltering Sun; all that was required was an ocean of deliciously sweet and sparkling water,

In order to stitch a dolorous pair of profusely gloomy lips; all that was required was tinkling laughter; an intriguingly enchanting smile,

In order to stitch the pigeon lying gruesomely injured and helplessly slithering on the ground; all that was required was a pinch of fresh mud; which almost intransigently fomented it to soar robustly and fly,

In order to stitch profoundly distorted chunks of ice; all that was required was a refrigerator; with its power to chill escalating exuberantly towards blue sky,

In order to stitch the disastrously disheveled web; all that was required was a silvery spider which traversed to and fro; faster than the speed of dazzling light,

In order to stitch the haywire and incoherently absurd story; all that was required was a thoroughly imaginative and ardent writer,

In order to stitch insurmountably morbid anecdotes of painstaking gloom; all that was required was an uninhibitedly hilarious joke,

In order to stitch the abhorrently looking gaping holed shoe; all that was required was meticulous pairs of glossily dangling lace,
In order to stitch a ghastily abraded battlefield of lies; all that was required was the omnipotent essence of irrefutable truth,

In order to stitch unfathomable kilometers of space deluged with perilously treacherous darkness; all that was required was stringent beams of optimistic light,

In order to stitch dead shades of rapidly diminishing life; all that was required was inconspicuous mouthfuls of celestially blissful breath,

In order to stitch the satanically shattered self esteem; all that was required was candidly listening to the voice of the inner most conscience,

And in order to stitch the shamefully dispersed land of violence and obnoxious hatred; all that was required was a stream of immortal love; a stream that caused crime to perpetually fall.


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