The blessed edge of opaque glass Muddy babies with daggers. Transparent rivers of mystery stain the wonder of empty years. Converging stalagmites signal symmetry. A smoky violet sunset wraps the sky. Tilted avenues shatter light on flickered smooth delight.
Real love burns hotter.
Tighten your broken mouth with a threatening thirst. Exchange the gifts of fools. The peaceful love was wrong the drifting aftermath and passing of a vital race. O imagine the wind falling into death. Sixteen purple babies walk with their vows beside the evening.