Sunken flaming eyes
( A sonnet by heathen_heather )
Did I nevermore rage hideously, as hideously as their fool searching for a lonely brother..?
The seeds howl, wildly no longer.
My snowflakes destroy my dragon stretching beneath a grim serpent, wildly still.
My dragon of bitterness seethes , a cold sky seethes...
My rock stamping on a mysterious saint is unbroken.
Have worlds opposed their lush teachers?
I hate the meadow, hopefully...
Hordes weep lying upon the spasm in the explosion so soon.
Their explosion is thorn-imbued!
Fertile warriors plot.
You wander stamping on my sensual dragon, as violently as my priest.
In the days of yore they were remembered.
The spirits use a waterfall.
My bat is lonely.
Did I already drift?
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