Fall into a magnetic sleep but remain aware of the reeling nostalgia in such a viscous, shapeless consciousness. In the ecstasy of this suspended hiatus, dip sweetness and bliss into the silk pocket of darkness to be warmed by shining reflective charms. Not living your dreams, but living in them.
Loose reins fitted around the Kawaza Atoll, navigating through the deep thick tepid sweltering grasses playing the violin underneath the ocean of tropical skins. Blind, white-hot inertia was inspired on my faculties by a rich, impossibly complex structure of fragrant sensations.
Their machetes cut through blood lilies and golden salamanders
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