In new romance with blackness burst the thread of last words
off the tangled spool.
Where glare, too many pictured kingdoms
painting bullets a missile girdled by noble goals the heroic of soulful
minds weaves through.
Imagined jungles to a bootleg party of rainbow chiefs, where beauty whimpers of exhaustion and the melody soon ends.
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