the pen does paintand the brush does writethe sounds that orateof winds and wildssoar into the night.the darkness hidesfaces, friends and foethe lamplight moonengagesscatters being to and fro.bodies entwinedin the dusknessof the afternoonsand and se…
the pen does paint and the brush does write the sounds that orate of winds and wilds soar into the night. the darkness hides faces, friends and foe the lamplight moon engages scatters being to and fro. bodies entwined in the duskness of the afternoon sand and setting sun orange skin hot to the touch bodies on fire within desires sight.
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