A flower finds its tower and displays the princess.
A lover climbs the tails of stories looking for all the chances.
Broken bridges and buildings and hearts.
Healing through time.
Timing it right,
With a smile.
Finding roots in your eyes.
Placing footing onto the branches.
Inside your mind.
A small introduction from chaos
Into order.
Contrasted by the walking hordes,
To late to surrender, to late to even get on board.
Monologue screams insanity.
Prison building temples and placing the healing weapons of destruction inside a mental biological.
Dark wings lifting
Dragons fire
Cannot burn my desires or the light inside your eyes.
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