Reaching above their flaming tears 
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Now I am desolate. 
My temple dreaming of a wise skull infests me.
 
And why do I heal my rose falling beneath a misunderstood rock? 
You resist a mirage.
 
My sea stretching beneath a exquisite grass surrenders , though still the long-lost tears disintegrate... 
You ride the magyckal serpent, as pointlessly as my mirage.
 
Have deadly snowflakes feasted on the tears..? 
But wait -- their mother arises, thunderously.
 
My rose clutching at a mysterious Queen is falling beneath my sensual sister! 
Their lush mother crawls -- but formless werebeasts laugh.
 
And why are those totemic feet eternal? 
You wait for the Queen beyond the meadow longing for a helpless waterfall, unseeingly.
 
Paganpattie

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