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Woven arrows of bleakness
1. Raucous winds sweep pristine waves against gods' sepulchral canvas as stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts; ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings of rotten, venomous roots plugged into dead matter. 2. Hollowed caverns invaded by calloused fingers coaxed bitter nectar and pellucid beads: thus, gashed, aqueous sacs polluted by darkening crimson rolled down the silken passage. With each bite, a story is devoured as monotonous beats of the gnawed linger in the air, a saccharine image of carnage and raven barbs. 3. Rough trunks and polished branches - that reached for the fleating dark blended into mirrored snowy and sickening magenta - tell stories of woven arrows of bleakness and despair, a myriad of similar, blurring threads plunging: upon the lost and benevolent, upon the putrid and vice, nonchalantly. 4. Yearning, bony grip interrupted hasty steps; despite their current state, these wane pits easily found mine (like never before) their intimate, lost vigor fueling my disdain as superficial longing clashed with a guarded soul finally certain of similarities and your self-induced downfall.
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