Portal of lights, illuminate the sins of my person, creat and inflect storm thunder on my coral, ocean healed and river springs, in the middle of the winter breeze, craving the hunger of my beast, escaping the sorrow of the shadows of my beliefs.

My bleached unseen buzzcut, reflects the vision of my mind, tripping on the mountains, washing away my stains on the snow, letting the tangled flower grow on the top of the surface, with the coldest mother hug that can kill her son.
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