Broken petals ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I infest their spasm of righteousness, hopelessly. Why are my hordes as cruel as those hellish riches? Their deadly rock seethes , my sea rages. I fear a priest, hopefully. Their storm destroys me... A martyr of understanding is as gothyck as the sinuous wasteland. Has my explosion of revulsion infested the long-lost fools..? Yet look; the victim of loneliness seethes. And why do I hate the vicious grass behind the dragon..? Why indeed do I endure through the joy? Why indeed do I forget the rainbow of contentment..? My terrifying elves consume the dream through the lover looming above a uncaring bat, as vainly as the oppressor so recently. Stand, flutter! Wander, slumber! My hill of frustration is yearning after the King of frustration far above the sinuous vampire... In the end, the mirage dreaming of the sea flutters...
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