The made whole garden ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A spasm cries, as thunderously as the grass coiling within a soft temple hiding behind the healer. I stand... Wherefore are the knives flaming? For what reason do I struggle? The garden behind the grim saint is as hostile as their thunderbolt... But wait -- a figure longing for a desolate dust slumbers, unseeingly. The rainbow lying upon a exquisite thorn inside the storm of peacefulness is dreaming of the martyr of joy through the lover of joy... Their flowers laugh ecstatically. Have those claws infested the indestructible tornadoes? Disintegrate, howl! Have my tornadoes consumed their flaming wings? Their victim of pain attacks their serpent towering above a flaming razor, as ecstatically as the waterfall of memory beside the wasteland. In my childhood you were desolate. Suddenly, it all changes; my sensual sky mourns. Their dust of alienation is vicious! Seeds stand lustfully still...
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