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A storybook written deep within the glimmering sand, the simple message displayed in between sunshine infused ink drops. **Drip and a Drop.** *Down they flopped.* Night descends; and all is lost. Destroying everything acquired. The glory of the lore gone; gone to being expired. The moon's ink was a tad bit darker, A different story, altogether. **Heathens and Demons;** *Down they go.* Well, just until the sun rises... And out befalls the sunshine, white ink drops plunging down upon the glittering grains of finely attuned glass. The storybook saved, until the next moonfall.
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Ink drops
A storybook written deep within the glimmering sand, the simple message displayed in between sunshine infused ink drops. **Drip and a Drop.** *Down they flopped.* Night descends; and all is lost. Destroying everything acquired. The glory of the lore gone; gone to being expired. The moon's ink was a tad bit darker, A different story, altogether. **Heathens and Demons;** *Down they go.* Well, just until the sun rises... And out befalls the sunshine, white ink drops plunging down upon the glittering grains of finely attuned glass. The storybook saved, until the next moonfall.
Nickel
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
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