Words, painted over layers of history applied through diligence and deceit. A wall of corruption. A steel curtain frowning.
What have we become.
He watched from the shadows as they danced past his hiding place.
Dreams of a time when the light was reachable.
Given that I am sin,
Why, forgive me, but.
Where are my manners?
I once knew a Red Queen.
She lost her head.
My pruning shears of wit+2
were sharpened the night before
I have lost a line somewhere.
See now, this could have been a square.
Slide slow, drift deep.
Your mind is dirty, and the cliff is steep.
Stay out of the gutter as the road you are on…
It’s an icy one.
Craft.
If you can Map a maze. Be amazed, because it means you traveled every inch.
Star wars. Space balls. Planetary police. Universal studios. Big fish. Small fry.
Lightly bake and darkly burn. Golden hearts are easily turned.
Purpe orange color green. Everything is similar when you have the knowledge of what’s between.
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