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Empire of Senses
My love aches for purple abandonment
In the twilight of forgotten crops.
Where shadows dance with silent lament
and the moon spews forth black dew drops.
Oh, how the ocean gets addicted
to the rapture of poodles in flight!
The stars whisper secrets
in the madness of velvet delight.
Eternity fiddles with time’s strings
a symphony of chaos and grace.
Heaven shines like jelly, voluptuous,
in the embrace of a Dodo’s face.
The sun throbs with fermented oysters.
Its rays a tapestry of decay
as a red rose erupts with donkey spit
in a garden where reality frays.
Mountains weep with laughter’s echo.
Rivers flow with liquid gold.
Trees hum tunes of ancient sorrow
in a forest where stories unfold.
Clouds paint the sky with whimsy.
Rainbows drip with honeyed blues,
birds sing songs of forgotten lore.
In a world where logic skews.
Time melts like butter on a stove,
moments blend in na unreal stew.
Dreams and nightmares interlace
in a dance both old and new.
Stars blink with mischievous glee.
Planets spin in drunken waltz.
Galaxies swirl in cosmic spree
inside an universe without faults.
Love aches for purple abandonment
in the heart of a cosmic jest
where reality and fantasy blend
in an almost real etereal quest.
In the twilight of forgotten crops.
Where shadows dance with silent lament
and the moon spews forth black dew drops.
Oh, how the ocean gets addicted
to the rapture of poodles in flight!
The stars whisper secrets
in the madness of velvet delight.
Eternity fiddles with time’s strings
a symphony of chaos and grace.
Heaven shines like jelly, voluptuous,
in the embrace of a Dodo’s face.
The sun throbs with fermented oysters.
Its rays a tapestry of decay
as a red rose erupts with donkey spit
in a garden where reality frays.
Mountains weep with laughter’s echo.
Rivers flow with liquid gold.
Trees hum tunes of ancient sorrow
in a forest where stories unfold.
Clouds paint the sky with whimsy.
Rainbows drip with honeyed blues,
birds sing songs of forgotten lore.
In a world where logic skews.
Time melts like butter on a stove,
moments blend in na unreal stew.
Dreams and nightmares interlace
in a dance both old and new.
Stars blink with mischievous glee.
Planets spin in drunken waltz.
Galaxies swirl in cosmic spree
inside an universe without faults.
Love aches for purple abandonment
in the heart of a cosmic jest
where reality and fantasy blend
in an almost real etereal quest.
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