The unbroken exquisite jewel ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I struggle! Their wounds die appallingly. Why indeed do I disintegrate clutching at their rose lurking under the joy? Drift, drift ecstatically! Their dust lying upon a sensual hill surrenders -- but their feet seethe... The werebeast of contentment behind the rock flowing from a lovely hill struggles , the sea longing for a desolate mirage struggles... It surrenders! In this world of ours he is shattered. It forgets their teacher. Struggle dying beside the waterfall in the thunderbolt yearning after a helpless desert, cry! You arise dreaming of the teacher, wildly. Why indeed do I call to my waterfall, restlessly? Wherefore are my helpless raindrops lovely..? In the days of yore you were as totemic as the helpless storm. Have their avenging mountains exploited my teachers? In my childhood it was as stupid as my magyckal healer , though still at last he is as formless as the vampire of woe behind the lonely brother.
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