wordiscolourlessbutfullofsubstanceinbonesoflogicthewordistseekscolourdesperate/aboveallbutfallsbacktosubstancethewordistisalchemistlookingthevisionintoformlessessenceandincantswordonwordtobringforthconjureformofdemon/angelbeautyindeepmetacolourbeyondsimplephysicalperceptionbeyondseencolourthecolourofGodlostandlonesomeindepthofheartmindmoves/ingeternalslowtheworldcannotcomprehendagainstits/paceforturmoilthatisjusteverlastingyouthofeachmoment/moment/of/liveyoujustcanltseewitheyeorfeeltouchwithtipsfingerorbreastnippleorclitorisyoumusttothedesertofwordalwaysreturntocumbackmoits/incompiehensiblepainanddrybeyonddrynesssuchisthemonkofjoyinadeadplaceyoucanneverfindanythingbutthecolourlessnessoftimeburdenedinyourheartofheartsturningtosandflowsinyourveins/andfalls/throughtimetofullnessyourbreastsripeforsuchabuseoflo/v/u/e/stcanyousubmittothepainoftrueinthighnes
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