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Emotions swirled as one |
| Clouds of fruity mentos Black venom rain Shifting sunshine seas and Bucking bull, a wooden ragdoll through golden nectar A girl of ivory sparkle and vitality reduced to an empty reflection of herself The viper moved on hissing a swansong on those who have shamed and scorned leaving shadows of souls and saplings Receding to the red lines of anger disguised as those whispy puffs of sunset indignation |