| Breath of Eve� swirls dust in the silos, bristling the backs of mice as feathers fly without wings. Wheat field hair sings ribbons of gold into lovers gardens where soft whirlwinds play. Camelia hearts quiver as fable winds run amok in dream taverns, drinking the wine of electric blood. Pollen rolled lily tongues whisper to night creatures, tales of the flung pearl moon. |
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