storm the wall.
in the flurry of colours
the bombardment of sound
the adrenaline rush that drenches you completely
and whistles in your ears
the split seconds when you cease to think
and you just do
and the silence thereafter that comes at night when you settle and mull the highlight of your day
storm the wall.
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then after that...
storm the refrigerator!
- huck
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