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mages Searing cold vibrations ringing in the well; shifting sands in the moonlight obscuring the only trail. A song sinking, shattered upon a dissonant reef; pregnant clouds low flying over the tidal grief. Voices in crescendo of sharply focused gall; severed strands fraying in the fabric of the soul. Frail wings in the darkness fleeing a ruptured storm; footprints in the desert, leagues away from home. Pale cheeks in black boxes hewed from fated pine; black lace and white candles sputtering in the rain. Reckless thirst rippling placid pools of bliss; a rusty mirror reflecting faint imprint of a kiss. Fragrant guile oozing down a fickle brow; faithless eyes drowning in the melting of the snow. Wormy bark peeling on bent sapling in the glen; a crown of weighty branches bowing to the wind. Such are the graying images painful in the grasp; kaleidoscopic fragments of life's fragile glass, embedded in the depths of memory's own thick balm congealing in the ashes of a time long since gone.
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
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mages Searing cold vibrations ringing in the well; shifting sands in the moonlight obscuring the only trail. A song sinking, shattered upon a dissonant reef; pregnant clouds low flying over the tidal grief. Voices in crescendo of sharply focused gall; severed strands fraying in the fabric of the soul. Frail wings in the darkness fleeing a ruptured storm; footprints in the desert, leagues away from home. Pale cheeks in black boxes hewed from fated pine; black lace and white candles sputtering in the rain. Reckless thirst rippling placid pools of bliss; a rusty mirror reflecting faint imprint of a kiss. Fragrant guile oozing down a fickle brow; faithless eyes drowning in the melting of the snow. Wormy bark peeling on bent sapling in the glen; a crown of weighty branches bowing to the wind. Such are the graying images painful in the grasp; kaleidoscopic fragments of life's fragile glass, embedded in the depths of memory's own thick balm congealing in the ashes of a time long since gone.
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
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