Olayiwola Olarewaju Metamofosis
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A stormy wind was perching on the floating clouds beneath which the bare expanse ran dry.
The clouds piled in folds upon the coral reefs where from upland domes angry storms did howl, ruffling swift and swift with rapturous drives.
The starving typhoon rattled and banged the burglars with high esteem.
Grating stones hurled with specks and grits stampeding the bulging eyes and the sniffing noses coursing down the acute asphyxiation of thoracic gasps.
This storm, I mean this sandstorm like tsunamic smokes had rendered mansions to deserted drecks and ...