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Thrudding winds with a beat of thunder, blaring. Thorns of metal rusting, with a ting of iron flesh. Blazing down the railways of kaleidoscopic beads were marble tiles, intensifying in its rigidity, far more than the depth of the ground. So when I bled on those tiles I swore to stream beyond cloud nine,forgetting that all that exceeds heavens were flames of trepidation.. Ground me back to the concrete for I want to solidify;be in touch.
Caress my hand in your palms, so I remember what it's like to sense the static of the Earth . I render helpless as I feel the bitter end of the spectrum of being half a mortal and half air; atomized into nothing.
And when I stand before the mirror,squinting my eyes to recognize the body that wraps me, I see spirals with tension so intense moulds disintegrate.When I tally these memories, I disperse into the air and until the two of us coincide we'd never truly understand what it means to conquer.But I still attempt to conquer, in a battle between faith and hope. It tugs me down to fall from grace.I twist my knees trying to hang onto the flakes of who you are,while you lock the gateway of figures. No, you were no paradigm. You were no exemplar of what my stems should've sprouted. My petals grew drenching in colours, despite the mumbles you chanted that I swayed on this page. Your astronomical aura was eerie, like a candle that lost its light, diminishing. You were only strenuously diminishing,adrifted,
vanished. But so was I.
And sometimes I rarely can discern if this figure is a shadow springing from you or me .
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