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"Beyond lychgate lies future death" she says, cucumbered eyes slid back under cauliflower sky, brimming smithereens of harkening demons. Been in saddle some time since torchlight began, a child's silent castle ago. Chaos-times cut alleyways through rose-lettered circles, reads trashy maid. The journey fell sword north along shield path. Peninsula late to temple-crawling fiend and settle princess patter dust. Like trick glass the moon palace emanates, a chain works its crystal door. A shore of bane swims world-sick with fire-wing ticks abreast, dragon-headed air: happens to be, as the world burns... Spring chickens looked at first grasshopper leaves, blossoms. Empty saddles of burnt Autumns sit with moccasin thirst. One ruby night ago, vampire night, made movie set by tail light. Wrench of fog came loose and fell. Eye of moon too close, well... Winged skeletal open sheet, sanguine collar of his neat. Began by serving up the meat. Legs he tossed, and arms and feet. A rise and shine ago, luster of sight, out of scene the farmer goes. Steel machine cranks horizon bright. Scroll up the title i suppose. Barn stall features dingy leather where lasting gleam slips by candle. Recall adventure, mural by weather. Motion eye attached to handle. Scoot across encrusted bucket, folded over the eating depth. Put filthy Kraken atop it, swished around the damn mess. Brave journal follows company down the water-taped steps to where there isn't any. Sealed flame lights diver's quest. A cave away, keys of hassle, swim to shore with hopes unravel. Brute force thunders far within. Exact the sword to have them send. Enter bar stool and order takeout. Hostess charm enhanced the make out. Her fuel adds flames to very fabric. Her fists were fiery, action: magic. Out of dust broom closet knelt good ole nuke we ended up sneaking places: peaceful village of the caring hood, small reaches, to parking spaces. Twisted hair in castle braids, scoundrel bristles painting raids. Countdown pistol official use, punching bag for ogre face.

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