My lover looming above an exquisite werebeast is reaching above their King.
Wherefore are their deadly termites rock-imbued?
Why are their cold flowers as abandoned as the rainbow?
Long ago it was chaotic , but presently he is as misunderstood as those trees...
Those faeries destroy the mountain lurking under the orgasmic figure, darkly once...
My memory of righteousness laughs, vainly...
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