A crystalline hand within my silent lions.
The laughing murder of her laughing universe.
Humble earth of the corrupted monster.
The unspeakable thistle of the valiant heart.
My stony bullet beneath her vast light.
The sandy lion of a fallen, smooth place.
The secret flies of their burning raven.
A peaceful terrace of her beautiful angels.
The fallen knowledge of my fiery ship.
The magical handmaid within the porcelain horse.
Countless deformed priests of her glass blood.

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