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That Sandflow Architecture |
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Prepared: electric terrifying. Heart stop wish. Colluded with marigold tinged swaying to no brutal honor. What courage in the faded wave motion? You are that salt-air wish. Tell no dune. What the wind leaves, ocean batters into philosophy. How you said you never read anything. Bird-scar at mouthcorner. I could only believe in blood | No more immense ink. Time-weight heaved a growing silt at strand. But oh your holy drone. Sonnet singed heart-edge with the finer mist of amplitude left begging. I am all you narrowly avoid. I believed in this drowning once. |
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