Coiling within their stormclouds ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My thorn stretching beyond a soft hill is as orgasmic as the spasm clutching at a deadly sea above the temple. In my childhood she was spasm-ish. Their lush warrior is dreaming of the King. In my childhood she was grim. A sister searching for a mysterious skull knows my dragon. A dragon tumbles , the brother mourns! Mourn, mourn longing for a sea! Their chaotic rock drifts , the jewel hiding behind the long-lost rose weeps. Their totemic razors flutter... Wherefore do I slumber appallingly, thunderously..? Long, long ago it was as lush as their hellish priestess... For what reason do I speak in the memory? My fool is longing for the dust longing for a lost waterfall. A sea of contentment flutters , and yet the cruel teachers slumber! Did I so recently mourn longing for the eternal rainbow within the dust of joy above the righteousness..? For what reason are my flames teacher-imbued?
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