The wisp of cloud, enter the rise

Fall with the tide


Braisen I race, song I taste

Fill to my song, the chord and drum of enchanted prisms


Colors of a sharp chord, played upon the drips of a sword.



marry me, Mary... Slither like rather, carry and prowl 


Tasteless and somber, slight melancholy ponder.



i wish, you have

I want, they sail.

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enjoyable <3

enjoyable <3

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