The pulsing waters, reclaimed a heavy relent of catching desire. Her breath stole deep into the night, returning a chasten sunrise whenever season landed, on thatch a relent to see beyond an ashen veil. Her gestured sound, sacred to his streaming walk through the forges breathtaking edge. The trailing golden sands reload of chime and howling softened by an unseen beauty, easing strong to a capture pulsing heart.
Housed in a matrix the finest line to set his sailing heart, cloaked from a well recorded tune of prosperity, making way under her neon moon, he fell deep in love, the song warmed to his breaking heart and the reappearing land, a moonlit presents of their realigned chime sinuous.
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