strangely i have got this dragon by conquering a kingdom, this that twines in my left arm, that one which was uninhabitable. a red tattoo made of hope. then following i was my path when i found something shining which, childishly, i reached out to touch. shamelessly. heedlessly. now i feel the grip, it will not let me go. so yang. but behold flies again, and is not made of water. may have given up to look into the ravines but those are not my cliffs. the advice coming from ages ago is to act as a guest of the king. how? i can only wait while that force -so yang!- try his wings hovering over the depths.
moral of the story: do not touch.
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all lights drown on mist, misty jackhammers
grumpy flowers loudly sing pop
corners talk to missing doors
never buy a driver
grumpy flowers loudly sing pop
corners talk to missing doors
never buy a driver
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