written for an ai generated picture prompt... not sure if i got this form right but just trying something new.
why do we still assume that whispered diamond dialects delicate and sheer aren't scripted with blades that curdle blood-stained musings as summer symphonies scorch ebony skin tattooed with dark and deep sinister sonnets sewn from superficial scarlet syllables that emanate rusted mahogany hues so listen to the mulberry metaphors that rain with roseate rhymes from the hazy melancholic midnight skies where not every mist of dust becomes a halcyon teal blue rivulet of passionate poetry nor do they mirror the wind carrying unspoken tale that is veiled beneath twinkling twilight tides
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