Interstellar meteor shower in a batch,
Backyard's siesta interrupted by a bunch,
Blizzards of meteors like an avalanche.
Dublin's emerald stone,
Azure of sapphire stones,
Blue phlegm has the lapis lazuli chroma bright,
Geared up when bogged down in the mosh pit,
Fear of the unknown taints my awoke instinct,
Had the hunch am going insane,
Accepted the fact before it became.
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