14 crism moons earth the grass laid sounder upon
red shadows spill from the eyes of the heart that which pools in tarnish grains of time
starving pores request the strands of air
these eyes catch not the yellows nor the oranges of being but paint the silver in the bullet
where the green plates collide the elemental soul of rain rises breath no more to hear the speckled darkness imprisen the 14 free floating's incandesitity
so what do you think? please reply
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