drink the moonlight
cloaked by a shadow of pastel smoke i drink the moonlight; suppress my feral delusions purveyors of enigma restrict the realism, uncertainty speeds down compressed paths of progression pursued by anxieties escaped from their confines, a gauche obligation; isolate my ethereal sometimes from my valid forevers. © tlp 2009 I basically rewrote v2, since another forum advised dropping line 1 from it. (original) Purveyors of mystery inhibit the realism. Uncertainty speeds down constricted paths of progression.
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