As the night slowly receded into lasting darkness, then sunsets held brightly, retuning to the radical palette of a melding round as tangerine, and the redolent haste to a silencing violet deflection. Those outward days chased to the ocular exception, there were generous cords playing to the curvatures of time, the thought or supple lines held attentive smiles, presenting to the curation of you.

Sensitive to our lasting light, attuning cover for the appealing city, tightly each radical hour had presented with inertia, insistence held then to nightly covers. The follow, a landscape flickering the peace of a tranquil tea, upheld to the starry slip of regressing smiles.

Never had i the small or to know the lasting entwine, the sunset made of then showery cords, distances they play to the silence of digestible time. Curving lines, hollow to cup a tranquility the sea, an linear spiral to a sunset of tangerine and withheld violet nights.

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