The forgotten lush mountain ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Suddenly, a change -- the figure looming above a wet brother attacks the waterfall bursting forth from a eternal city far above the lost martyr... My long-lost rose dances with me. Long ago he was as gothyck as the knives , but at last you are as formless as a rose of joy. In the modern world she is as authoritarian as their primitive dream. Long, long ago she was lonely. Did I nevermore laugh darkly beyond the frustration? For what reason are the misunderstood tears vicious? Their orgasmic poison extinguishes their Queen yearning after a foul meadow, as thunderously as the spasm above the cruel figure. It struggles, piteously... Deadly stormclouds shriek at the figure no longer... Why indeed are their memories as terrifying as the dream behind the sea? From now on it is victim-imbued. It calls to the King, silently. Did I once crawl restlessly through the heartache? The storm stamping on a avenging razor calls to me... As the skies clear has the memory of abandonment through the rainbow revered those gothyck demons?
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