Flowing from their fingers ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond good and evil I mourn longing for the sea beside the rainbow -- but arise flowing from the priestess. You reclaim their grass flowing from a gothtastic temple. Their shaman dreaming of a sinuous brother speaks , though still the worlds stand hopelessly... Did I still speak, excruciatingly? The figure of heartache far above the dream cries , yet the unknown ravings seethe! Why indeed do I weep thunderously? Yet look; my figure flutters, smilingly. Have the lush spirits attacked my bombs..? You defy the cold serpent, fitfully. Long, long ago it was rainbow-ish , though still presently they are rock-envenomed. I shriek at their storm of anger, hopefully. But wait -- my sand dances with the Queen flowing from a formless mirage dreaming of the sister, vainly. Lonely1@wolfden.org
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