Unending silence is cloaked behind the mask of this billowing spell, some fragment of time spreading in an uncharted history
Clicking away on the face of the deep
Thoughts are colorful angular threads thrown spiraling out into this dream that lay floating seductive on the void
Love born as some mischievous gesture parts the curtain tossing a lover into the depths
Swallows them up
Eyes closed smiling
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