little time stayed in positon attacking with fierce blows had no choice grimacing was more miserable to flee with. so called life in the shape of wonder lost among the clouds in the shadows of secrets lighting up like angels. blood like raindrops across his shoulder nasty dreams they stab the moonlight flawed silence is afraid of progress audacity harboring precarious broken doors to such no stranger would hope be discovered with inexperience caused by a shattered everything soon the world goes rigid but it matter not to his unsmiling eyes for they darted from a knife to a box of darkness and there too was beauty in gathered dust.
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