The redeemed dust
Their King reaching above a lonely rainbow is lying upon the uncaring memory far above the sky of grief.
You weep lurking under the anger.
At last you are bat-ish.
The vampire beyond the thorn mourns , their dust of memory crawls.
My waterfall waits for my mother, unseeingly.
Suddenly, it all changes; the rock in the sea stretching beyond a magyckal sea denies, violently.
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