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The stars aren't so distant, entangled awake.
beyond that evanescence i felt in your heart, the worlds slowly drifting by. The patheous to your confidance star, heartlet announcing creation upon a rusted dream, tattered and flaking, abot and emperor of Jade and jaded lust for your desires. The core reigns within the spectacle of your drifting archetypes, and worlds never ceasing change. Worlds rebellious towards the callousness of laboring for things that are constant. Weeping wasn't so candle lit, {{only bringing mild warmth until Wind wisps it away}}
I rust as well, at the edges, the slow decadent shapings, shaping a sharpened edge, festering with disease.
But i still slide on by, gliding on piano waltzes and laments of truth and sorrow. We walk, walk upon... past, these mellow woods and breath inward deeply the memories that we once held, and let them slip away, as easily as they once came, to be as part of the blurs of green mingled colors, indistinct in such a place of it's demonstrative vividness, and pureness of color. Speech fell before us, a martyr upon the armies, and we let it lye there, its grave the sky, and the birds that fell from it to peck on its decaying carcass.
But, we could weep to each other still, when the sun arose over the mountains, its strainous task seem all the more enlightened by the gleaming beauty of the scavenger birds black feathers, tinting greens and blues as they cawed and pulled on the flesh.
Our silence and the ending, our hands, clasping.
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