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The girl walks the halls, never stopping, ever moving on.
He runs at every chance; soon they'll take his legs.
He values his thumbs, but more so his lucrative liver.
Warmly drenches the ruddy sun upon the lonely stone wall.
His laughing gaze languidly shifts to her golden specked eyes.
Burning through the night, the fire peaks in roaring maelstrom.
Eyes burn with acid tears falling too quickly to number.
Lullabies quiver in the midnight air like peals of laughter.
Liquid light pours from the tipping tureen, blazing and rich.
Colors bleed and blend, blurring in swift and lurid patterns.
He runs at every chance; soon they'll take his legs.
He values his thumbs, but more so his lucrative liver.
Warmly drenches the ruddy sun upon the lonely stone wall.
His laughing gaze languidly shifts to her golden specked eyes.
Burning through the night, the fire peaks in roaring maelstrom.
Eyes burn with acid tears falling too quickly to number.
Lullabies quiver in the midnight air like peals of laughter.
Liquid light pours from the tipping tureen, blazing and rich.
Colors bleed and blend, blurring in swift and lurid patterns.
