A burning beauty causes itself to overheat per mere minute
Scintillate, why won’t We just, fall to fail, dangerously against this unasked for, utterly unpardoning Sun
Let us don our fireman togs and understandably partake in these lukewarm to sizably so, no less pretty little fiery-faced endeavours
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quite matter of fact brilliantly brazen wins all of the battles//never an untraceable war
Strip-strewn together, settle y’rselves amongst these parody-making, eagle-eyed coal-soars of ours,
prepare those Medusa snake-hairs to slither and hop-scotch navy-blue-Crayon-to-blur-your-addictively-prioritised-vision tantalized atop every next eat-ourselves brainsoar
Rather not partake, actually…
Rather sit here amidst what’s entirely settled and prosperous