From the havens of petrified tree limbs and tell-tale fractures, the sun watched us rise. In the confines of our new throws and puddled clothes we wounded contradiction with a vehement swagger, stealing baby steps from story books and transforming them into bridges.

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With pink calla bells young in hand, he assured her that war paint could be beautiful.
(She denied this vigorously, however repetition seems to have a way of getting to a person)
Stripped petal free for the birds; barren, a fairy dressed within recreance,
In his benevolent stead she found her cage a masterpiece.

An apple a day can't keep the doctor at bay despite the slander you have heard,
When you've cascaded amidst yourself
Hope can only dwindle down the contours of the hourglass.
He uncovered the core of her with a wave of his hands,
Vital sunshine, dissolving the shadows that the analgesics could never slacken.

What a pair they were!
Carved from the sweetest bones and set in immutable concrete,
Written in intricacy: a double faced language set for the lips of two, and two alone.
He said she was perfection in the finest and she said he surpassed,
Tangled in the webs cast by green leaves and stump corpses, night stumbled upon the two.

[Yet a pair apropos in match are sure to handle the slips and shades cast in grey with ease,
Confidence must by upheld by excellence to count on morning faithfully returning to your side]