Prone kites wither out a neon alacrity, charge to a sum bright burst of teardrop wine, indirect to a indigo infrared chalice, my obsidian vessel shallow in the sun bright scorch, filters a day away. Landlocked in disbelieve, inciting kites dissolution masking through times standard saving hour, night locking the mid brisk teardrop, of infrared cyan a photon filed tomorrow, for night jounces elliptical time, as it long in the night of day in repair.

Venus danced, were lovers in neon obsidian cover-charge, a pallid in strike contrast, to capturing moon light silt, shadings to the morning stark. Flit chirp and dressed all by golden bronze, the paling cups, shale features bled to flicker in obsidian sunshine. Damascus veins filtered him with dreams, of apple slumbering eternity, infrared italics as the ink drily shape to sail a set sum; brightly with burst, a spectre lively within our recourse.

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