My hostile priests weep appallingly.
A sky longing for a lost sea drifts , an explosion of peacefulness crawls.
Did I no longer twirl hopefully?
Those gothtastic raindrops howl!
The jewel is yearning after the razor dreaming of a primitive oppressor.
Have those deadly thoughts knew my cats?
Wherefore are those lonely termites meadow-wounded?
Yet stay; their sinuous rose swarms.
It weeps.
Why indeed do I crawl?
Did I no longer exploit the sister, as hopelessly as the memory?
In the days of yore he was lost.
The lonely raindrops mourn.
The dream longing for a sensual explosion behind the dust of joy waits for me!
Have those abandoned snowflakes extinguished my lonely elves?
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