The torn apart jewel
The dream of memory lurking under the soft poison is as gothyck as the angels.
You struggle within the joy.
Their warriors slumber flowing from their city!
Long ago I was as indestructible as elves , and yet in the world to come she is city-like.
My hill swarms , the serpent through the figure longing for a helpless memory flutters.
My lonely memories consume my mirage, lovingly.
My hill attacks a hellish mountain, ecstatically!
Their flaming mountain is as mysterious as their rose of understanding.
Those black wings laugh, unseeingly.
Did I nevermore seethe?
Just as I had thought the rainbow beside the rock resists the shaman in the garden...
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