I can hear them whispering, twelve sighted doves painting the sky with a white flame which lies simply holistic Something heliocentric among these symbolic promises that we share, I and thy god… bearing the universe in silk Tightly woven in amber, thus blessed by those falling angels paring demi-devils dancing for the ballad Loosely personifying a score so beloved by the echoing virtues pertaining to silence, listen for they whisper still Those hymns along with prayers fulfilling a sated deity […]

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