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Lights & Shadows

Turquoise skies refracting off the equanimous golden hue, in the bright fields lighting up amphitheaters behind your dripping eyes. Equilibriums spark as hooded, esoteric figures summon rainstorms.  The clouds drift closer as you wake, the finite concept of hedge stones obliterate the psyche into a broken mirror by the longing stares of ghostly lovers blowing candles out at their funerals. The residual remedies immersed in trench water, deeper than the ether. The hourglass shattered a piece of you when the remnants left a crumbling statue in honor of the dichotomy that is reality.

The Alchemist (Incinerated Spirit) ►

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