"An Isolophile's Collection of Poetical Scrolls & Quotical Scribbles contain the depths of reality as reflected upon, by an isolophile who dwells within the vibrancy of philosophical solitude and artistry of kaleidoscopic mindscape and beyond."
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And when Twilight Awaits in swirling hues of sinful reds and violaceous blues; with smokey streaks intricately intertwined and tender tendrils intimately aligned; shed all personas weaved under daylight to wholly unravel beneath the holy night;
come undone engulfed in dusk's embrace wordless, thoughtless, gracefully unbrace; in arms of a soulful lover so unlike any other with enticing depths alike caressing feather; an amorous unbeing encasing so rousingly tracing and unseaming seams tantalisingly; so roll 'n ebb and undulate as wavy incense amid cadence of An Ode To Lost Innocence.
