copy from ovilia brynn
The
cool air whirring
The
sound of hard breathing
The
satin crumbles completely
The
shadows crawl and bite
The
contours on the satin
The
images of dark and light
The
rhythmic motions flow
The
eyes close the minds float
The
drawing on the satin
The
smooth flow; the crushing blow
The
satin crumbles carving out images
The
long cool shadows; breezing hot air
In
the shadows of dark and light
The
satin crushes into various forms
Laying
it bares for the eyes to glow
The
footprints on the crumbled satin
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