Paralyzed and pure. Blinded,
From the darkened sideFlavorful scents forgotten,
Summer Sleeps No MoreEternal highs balanced by,
Shining Jaded eyesAre these embers not enough?
To stoke ashen firesRequestors and consequence,
To steal from the dead (life from death)Heavy, low, rapid from slow,
A fiery touch to the skinBy faeries three, chafing grain,
Genetically changedPer missive offering, we
Walked an hour-longA water fowl ashore
I suffer the waves
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