thoughts...

The Light Shines of decadence, of purity.
Silent and unseen presence brings a cool collected rhythm to everything.
Swaying while keeping time with the universe.
An echoing pain reaches ever so noticeably.
The salty essence runs down the curves of the illusion.
The Mask is broken, the lady of the world finally feels.

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