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rise of ambers depict the steady fall of space and time, the shade matching perfectly with a glisten of lampshade sparkle from a particular clapper making its way from the staple of tongue.
reminiscent images of a sleek opposition patiently waiting along the beads conjuring into small puddles, a fine line embeds itself, dance in the thunderstorms of thought.
the splitting of an ancient plank together with the cracking of knuckles unsoundly rattles every quark in the air.
a loving father appreciating moments with his child, contemplation enlightens a lost soul, teach him how to fish, he will never show his face again.