Darkness gorges on lutescent light,
Deep sapphire water and sage woods encircle.
Lush sylvan vegetation coughs angelically,
Sprinkling aurulent dust upon moss and grass;
Fantasy collides and abolishes night.
Rough paper melts into bliss,
Glassy eyes wander, hopelessly, wonderfully lost;
Passionate fingers flip,
Cinnamon aroma burns nostrils,
And electrified mind lofts reality,
As eight-horned fairies lick moonlight lakes,
And vermillion hued suns burn cerulean skies.
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