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I dont really know why ive written this, but have a read, i felt a bit weird today so forgive hte weirdness. Caught somewhere between dreaming and fantasy, Life genteelly passes by, like the gentle hum of a bee, Bringing promises of the elusive taste of reality, lacing this magenta garden with the arrogant, sickly sweet, smell of the sap of time itself. Light purple tendrils unfurl luxuriously, writhing, suckling, upon Eros itself, Thanatos quietly biding its time, with luscious, eternal, patience. Born with a curse, cast from Artemis, we are born to playfully run, and to lust for the hunt, Crimson taints the cloud of the mind, silver vapours fill the nostrils. See the rain, it falls for us, clear and fresh, cleansing, clean, cleaned, pure. Gentle aquamarine, floods the spirit, gushing, rolling in, crashing down, Colour lives, Eternium.
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