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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Between paper-soft worlds of fragile imaginations, I float upon those gossamer tulips that split every second of saccharine musings and eclipsed confessions, distinguishing all photoelectric synonyms of lachrymose stimuli towards glassy manipulations of blood-fragranced sun. Everything that is sown in sweetened textures of afterglow-soil, always blossoms upon decayed fossils of frivolous fates, as balanced bullets have forever pierced through the pulpy sheaths of nature's rainbow-blankets, but their aged roots always adorn nourishing gemstones of ephemeral healing, to spread their wise branches across earth's mirrors, as the thin veil disappears. What is the raven-spade -hearted impulse without its nascent yet succulently flowing snow-white mist? What if, reality speaks of those skies smitten with hypnotic illusions of chess-shaped horizons? Have yin and yang ever repelled each other's rusty-maroon notes that they whisper in immortal prelude? We have remained skillfully blindfolded to the isles of inceptions, swirling amidst ripples of diamond-kismet estuaries, washing away consciences with diplomatic dewdrops of frosty maple fog. Tending to forget that, we are mere syzygy knights, crawling along slanting seesaws as bioluminescent bishops. Our schizophrenic threads have been tied to the aroma of poisoned satin within these final alphabets of enchante´ epitaphs, where life will be the last organ grinder of karma, playing an evanescent checkmate which shall ascend every soulful spirit beyond Persephone's penumbral embrace.
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