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May 24, 2019
Feeling the gust past desire, my eye opened to your vistas, and I gaped dumb founded, for the depth of colors, the vibrancy of hues bleeding into black and back, subdued my angled heart, smoothed the divestment of my rage, and like a lion, sated by the blood of a kill under a velvet moon, kept my old heart in tune to the needs after all the frenzy for a cup of hot groans rising like a whirlwind, thickly dashed on its ash heavy winds to the magic I hear of a distant, ancient melody, calling to me and you.