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Dahlia's Dreamscape
When Neptune's nostalgic sighs, weave ruffled rosaries of brocade ink, bleeding from blackberry wrinkles in torrential time, I wonder if herculean eyes of my earthen heart, are afraid of being abandoned by the electric rhapsody of life's alienated aroma. Swinging on the translucent parabola of a frozen rainbow, my fate is skewed as a cantaloupe silhouette, of helix-shaped maple pamphlets, where, bluebirds feast on decaying seeds of love and sing hemlock-croons in those magnolia gardens. But, what if stars were edible and I devoured their ivory scintilla, submerging cosmic potions in my arteries, iridescent with clusters of quasar's quivering rays and pulsar's pistachio glitter? So now, I collect volcanic ash from rust-orange ruins of dahlia's dreamscape and embalm them with paradise-pink hues of distilled empathy, for my swan-white halo of faithful silence, is still glowing with sombre yet glossy shine of the linen sun and I inhale the fragrance of my marshmallow moon.
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