Burned hues of the sun
Crawl across the links
Lying under planar water.
Vespertine whirls
Disrupt the stasis,
Snarl the long chains.
Unsleeping is the unctuous countenance;
Distorted echoes of the moon
Effloresce across
The dark face of the stream.
An analyzation; a propagation; an exclamation; a declaration; a conversation; a desecration; a proclamation of truth. Peace and love.
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Okay, so...I'm sure this'll come off really creepily, but here goes:
I saw you over on DN, you're rather attractive (forgive my being less than articulate [especially starkly so, I'll note, given the poetic context you've created here]...I have a good excuse), and depravity and charm do go hand-in-hand. Just thought I'd let you know.
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