The soft gleam of lights nostalgia pulls you in to time long forgotten burnt plasma remains the post card refrain that left lingering singe on your strange desire to shackle bind thick arms at thin hinge this was the dreams lost cost and the haunting whisper kisses soft hair on inner ear "How many will you kill to save the un-life?"
Eye daggers cut through thin lips purse to release soft coin clanging hard on the marble countered aged oak perched near the tied together Persian rugs intricate weave and thick tassel's gilded statement on symbol's cool status and the frozen whisper licks soft skin connecting head to neck "How much would you spend to save the un-life?"
Drenched and soaked in suns warm glow the painstaking foot drop through grasses mashed path for suggested fall stretched the hard against cotton grain muscle fires over and over to propel achievements sense of self determined nothing much through the drip of times inky black while hot whisper laps hard on salty cheek "How far would you walk to save the un-life?"
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